Ode to Players of Yesterday

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He has scars
Greyer than his skin
A creaking body with every step
Quivering with pain and suffering
Games thought for 90 minutes
Lost, won and drew
His old and wrinkled hands
Once formed fists against the opposition
And now…
One eye is closed against the light
Body bent and withered old
Hobbled by footballers he can’t remember
He makes his broken way
And now…
His footballing gaze milked grey with age
He was a force
A mighty dent
He can’t be old
He can’t be bent
He cannot be
Each quivering step
Leads him…
From his former footballing self.


Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/ode-to-players-of-yesterday/