In your Pomp

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Now you are in your pomp.
The ball is at your feet,
And life is a romp.
Fame and fortune are yours.
Only training is a chore.
Cars and cash, gravy and girls,
Camera’s flash and wild social whirl.
This is your heyday, your payday, your prime –
Suck the last drop from this fruit-laden time.
Savour the moments, the triumphs, the goals.
Store up sweet mem’ries as misers hoard gold.
Pray they’ll sustain you through years long and cold.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 22/11/09
Denys E. W. Jones



Not addressed to anyone in particular, simply to any footballer currently in his pomp.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/in-your-pomp/