A Game Called Football…


I had a game, I had to play,
Full of ways, men tried to sway,
They bent the ball, around men’s woes,
It’s but a game, a way to fame.

The aim is clear, the fans the same,
The age is young, the rules are old,
The grounds are large, the goals so small,
The rain can fall, their shouts like roars.

By Julius Fa
(C) 2014