Own Goal Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Own Goal.

Love can be a funny game,
Good sense it doesn't always claim.
A goal for your own team sometimes,
Then a slip, a sudden climb.

You score for love, then trip and fall,
Own goals can answer nature's call.
The score is tied, then tied again,
A drawn-out match, through sun and rain.

But if the loss is not too stark,
No sudden shock, no leaving mark.
The whistle blows when time is done,
The game of love has just begun.