Old Dave Poem by Francis Duggan

Old Dave who on his last birthday turned eighty three
Says he is not the man that he once used to be
Sixty years ago he kicked the winning goal on Grand Final Day
But people grow older and time ticks away
In his prime the best and fairest footballer in the football club
But nowadays when he is in the local pub
He goes almost unnoticed though to many he is known
The fame he once knew by time has been outgrown
The town's finest footballer a half a century ago
But time that rusts iron has become his foe
And though he retains the good memories of his glorious past
The fame that he once knew with him did not last
But he often visualizes the massive hooray
For him when he kicked the winning goal on Grand Final Day.