I Cannot Whistle Now Like In My Younger Days? Poem by nimal dunuhinga

['I 'll pour out my spirit upon all men
your sons and your daughters will prophesy;
your young men see visions,
and your old men will dream dreams.'
This is what I will do in the last days,
God says; Jesus would be handed over to you;
and you killed him, by letting sinful men nail him to the cross.]-The New Testament

When youth practise football in the ground
I just watch them sitting on this wooden bench.
I feel like an old Referee and they don't hear my
broken whistle even if I blow louder?
O I am a colour blind instead of the green flag
I wave the red but they don't mind
and play their own game.
I walk towards the goal post
Remember those days my strong kicks
Ball that flies through the eyes of the net
But now I entangle in the whole net
and no strength to loosen the knots?
I left home and my beloved wife says
'Don't worry I love you so much.'
'I love you too! ' I replied.