The Reason Of Football

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 What’s it for the time spent behind fingers
peering out at the world eyes half closed
Watching the final results come through
When you are far from home and pining
Racing down old roads jumping buses
That no longer remember to stop
Their backs wide open and welcoming the cold wind
And the smell of tarmac and toast rises up
Off the streets and then the colours of the scarves
Begin to fill empty skies once more
Tell me again the names that came to life
Poured into skin these new wines that
Did not tire nor stumble into the debris of age
Oh yes the echoes of childhood speak
Of the better truth a nobler time
A football time
Of what this is for.

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