How He's On The Ball... Poem by Denis Martindale

While football's such a well-known game,
Some players are obsessed,
Wives often point out things to blame
When they don't give their best...
Perhaps they've just ignored the tips
The coach shouts in each ear,
Perhaps they've scoffed down fish and chips,
Or had an extra beer...

Yet there are players who run fast
And dash across the pitch,
With stamina from first-to-last,
As if without a glitch!
Spectators watch these players run,
That's why they all applaud,
Yet when the games for them were won,
Should their fans praise the Lord?

For there are players now and then
Who sometimes kneel and pray,
For revelation for their men
Who'd like to win the day...
Such players seek the Lord to bless
Their side and theirs alone,
Regardless of unhappiness
The other sides have known...

Yet there are times God grants a draw,
Each side scores one or two,
Or maybe three, or even four,
Yet God gave them no clue...
A goalie blinks, complains of aches,
Then some guy gets a goal
And yet all players make mistakes
That drive them up the pole...


Denis Martindale April 2017.