September 29, 2012

 

 

 

By the time she hobbled along the

Champs Elysees she was far too

weary to appreciate it’s splendour.

It had been her lifelong wish to visit

Paris and here she was, lost in the

hullabaloo that is parisienne chaos.

Still looking stunning, but stubbornly

refusing a wheelchair, she clung to me

so tightly that her nails cut into my skin. 

Upon reaching the other side of the

boulevard she let go of my arm and

grabbing hold of a metal barrier, said,

‘Help me God, I never knew it was

like this, please help me’.

 

Some dreams are best left as dreams.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today is the tomorrow one wastes

yearning for yesterday.

 

 

 

September 23, 2012

 

 

He spent his life in the ‘sin bin’,

both on the field and off.

Often arriving home legless, through

copious amounts he liked to quaff.

 

 

 

 

For a change she was speechless,

dumbfounded, agog.

When she saw to her cost,

what he’d written on his blog.

 

 

 

 

Channel your anger

by walking away.

Avoid a stroke and

live to see the next day.

 

 

 

 

With sloppiness in evidence, they

looked like they hadn’t turned up.

Imagine losing to a non league side

in the first round of the cup!

 

 

 

 

The first half started promisingly,

with new signings seeming to gel.

But then two penalties against them,

meant the game turned into hell.

 

 

 

 

There was an element of laziness

that trickled through his game, or,

perhaps his confidence was shaken,

as after his injury, he was never the same.

 

 

 

 

 

We need a strong team leader,

a fighter with a positive vibe,

who’ll turn around our fortunes,

and this family club revive.

 

 

 

 

His falling was appalling,

but by the ref, left overlooked.

He deserved his marching orders, or

certainly should have been booked.

 

 

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