THE HOLY POET
THE HOLY POET Poems
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Our Special Gift
I can’t explain to lesser men, they just don’t comprehend
What I feel within my heart, they’ll never understand
We’re more than just a football club, much more than a team
With a richness money cannot buy and that others only see in dreams.
Our priceless gift, received at birth and welcomed worldwide
A passport to a way of life and hallmarked Celtic Pride.
An acceptance to our family of which you are a part
You cannot buy its membership, it’s built into your heart.
We sing our songs with passion ‘til tears come to our eyes
But only those, who have the gift, ...
His antics on the sidelines are that of many fans
Speaking out or standing fast but all he gets is bans.
These are his emotions and the passion that he feels
And he pays again with deathly threats which most find so surreal.
Is the world against him? Is he on his own?
Well, at Parkhead sixty thousand sang, You’ll never Walk Alone!
Before that there was “The Huddle” and what an awesome sight
I’ve never witnessed scenes like that so he’s doing something right.