The Football

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I wish I wasn’t a ball.
I’m sitting on my own,
Feeling all alone,
Then the boys come pick me up,
And I begin to roam.
But it’s no fun being a ball,
Being kicked around all day,
I’m getting bruised and battered
From constant use and play.
I’m losing all my pressure,
My colour’s going too,
Soon they’ll put me in the bin,
And buy a ball brand new.


Louise Gardner 7SB

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/the-football-2/