The Golden Age of Football

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Goodbye, Stanley Mortensen, rest now in peace.
Your smiling good nature is not of this age.
The hair plastered down with some old-fashioned grease
Has faded to grey on the black and white page.
Oh will your sun shine when the memories cease
And you’re only a name at the back of the stage?

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Farewell Peter Doherty, time you were gone,
The joy that you brought is now lost in the mist.
The hundreds of thousands that hollered you on
Are all swept aside by this unholy tryst.
A void still looms large where your fiery star shone.
The light, now reflected, just doesn’t exist.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 God’s speed, Ernie Taylor, this is not your place.
The game is no longer the sport we once knew.
The players are great athletes, but lacking in grace
And doubtless have never heard stories of you.
But don’t look so sad, wipe the tear from your face,
Your legacy’s safe in the football review.


Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/the-golden-age-of-football/