1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The grass he used to preside over
Got churned up by the boots of his players
But the grass he looks at now
Has only flowers.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 His back garden is carefully tended to
Now that he’s got all this time
And the smell of grass reminds him
Of how it used to be.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Him in charge giving the orders
Players nodding and doing as they were told
Making them feel like Pele
But always bringing them back down to earth.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Along the borders run the beds
No crowds, no masses
Just still mud and petals and stalks
So quiet you can only hear the wind.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 It’s all so idyllic
But not to him
Paradise would be the ball and players
Running over that perfect grass.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 The ground was his garden
This space now reminds him
Of all those times now gone
And reminds him this is all space.


Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/providence/