Missing You

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 You were lost,
Went missing for a while,
But turned up in front of goal,
And with your usual sense of style,
Hit the corner flag,
Out of frustration,
Lost your wallet
At the bus station
On the way to the game,
Or so you claimed
At the post match drink up.
It was the best excuse
You could think up
As you fought off the abuse,
(You always were a bit obtuse).
But now you’re lost again
These recollections remain
And I wander off smiling,
Down Memory Lane,
Watching you awhile,
Missing, with your usual sense of style.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/missing-you/