Why I play the game
¶ 1
Leave a comment on verse 1 0
It’s worth the sting of losing,
and how you bruise and bleed,
worth the wind, and rain and hail,
worth sometimes having to concede.
¶ 2
Leave a comment on verse 2 0
It’s worth the nerves, it’s worth the pressure,
worth training in the freezing cold,
it’s even worth the penalty shootouts,
I hope I never grow too old.
¶ 3
Leave a comment on verse 3 0
For making the perfect save,
taking the ball and smashing it long,
whenever I take to the field,
that’s when I feel I belong.
¶ 4
Leave a comment on verse 4 0
Confusion over whose left and whose right,
giving the defenders stick,
messing about during shooting practice,
where wit is the only thing quick!
¶ 5
Leave a comment on verse 5 0
I hope I can play forever,
disregarding injuries I pick up,
for the sheer joy I feel between the sticks,
it beats winning every cup.
Comments
0 Comments on the whole Poem
Create an account to leave a comment on the whole Poem
0 Comments on verse 1
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 1
0 Comments on verse 2
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 2
0 Comments on verse 3
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 3
0 Comments on verse 4
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 4
0 Comments on verse 5
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 5