Without Football …

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 where would we build our dreams
not on terraced streets
where we played ball or kicked our heels
where else could we belong
with no need for words
where our passion always gets heard
how else would we release
the weekly hassle
if not by tribal moan
with folk that are our own
in no other place are tears understood
without need for question
provoked by triumph or frustration
monday-friday left on mezzamine factory floors
piled high in trays, behind locked doors
there’s nothing like walking with the crowd after a game


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/without-football/