Some Things Never Change. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

The floodlights tower like giant spires,
But unlike Oxford these are ours.
Our chorus sings down on the floor
In green and white, The Celtic choir.

The colours swaying to and fro
From the massive crowd gathered below
Their voices strong with words so clear
They chant, Hail Hail The Celts Are Here.

They watch with passion and with pride,
Lose or draw, they’ll never hide
For these fans come from far and wide,
To cheer The ‘Tic, The Hoops, The Bhoys.

Their loyalty it knows no bounds
From Jungle depths they roar out loud,
The Celtic end is just as proud
“Angelic” voices sing aloud! !

The spires now have sadly gone
Once standing up, we’re sitting down.
The rest’s the same or so they say,
Still playing on the Celtic way.

The Players here at Celtic Park,
Will freely show their brilliance.
When backs to wall as foes attack,
Is when they show resilience.

I remember fondly as a child,
A goal was scored the fans went wild
They’d jump aloft and shout and scream
With kisses, hugs their faces beam.

Now Paradise, that’s not its name,
Though I’ll go on believing
But who can blame these loyal fans,
For thinking this as Heaven

In our wee club, it’s just the same
To us, this isn’t just a game.
A way of life, there is no doubt.
And no-one here is wanting out
That’s our team and they’re our Bhoys
They ply their trade in Glasgow
But the Dear Green Place that we all know
Is Celtic Park, our Paradise.