Sportsman
I don't care so much about football
that fills the screen so often in this mad country.
I do sometimes watch the highlights but
not the whole game which has long dull moments
when the players pass the ball to each other
and nothing dramatic happens.
I played football too as a boy, goalkeeper I was,
I took it personally when my team lost and walked home alone.
I didn't want to play, but the others said I was good
didn't feel like this when the horde came running to
my part the field, wanted to run away and the bloody ball hurt
when saving a goal.
One day I took my uncles gloves he wasn't pleased, but let
I pass he couldn't use them again to impress the ladies.
Finally, I found sanctuary in the local library they never thought
looking for me there.
I disappeared in the maze of books friends never found out
it was a great time, so much I had to discover,
still does, come to think of it.
sporty mind enjoys the flavors of playful ball where the studious mind seeks path in the books maze
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well penned fascinating poem........10++++👌