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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421507" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My old football</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">YOU can keep your antique silver and your statuettes of bronze,<br>Your curios and tapestries so fine,<br>But of all your treasures rare there is nothing to compare<br>With this patched up, wornout football pal o’ mine.<br>Just a patchedup wornout football, yet how it clings!<br>I live again my happier days in thoughts that football brings.<br>It’s got a mouth, it’s got a tongue,<br>And oft when we’re alone I fancy that it speaks<br>To me of golden youth that’s flown.<br>It calls to mind our meeting,<br>’Twas a present from the Dad.<br>I kicked it yet I worshipped it,<br>How strange a priest it had!<br>And yet it jumped with pleasure<br>When I punched it might and main:<br>And when it had the dumps<br>It got blown up and punched again.<br>It’s lived its life;<br>It’s played the game;<br>Its had its rise and fall,<br>There’s history in the wrinkles of that wornout football.<br>Caresses rarely came its way in babyhood ’twas tanned.<br>It’s been well oiled, and yet it’s quite teetotal, understand.<br>It’s gone the pace, and sometimes it’s been absolutely bust,<br>And yet ’twas always full of bounce,<br>No matter how ’twas cussed.<br>He’s broken many rules and oft has wandered out of bounds,<br>He’s joined in shooting parties<br>Over other people’s grounds.<br>Misunderstood by women,<br>He was never thought a catch, <br>Yet he was never happier<br>Than when bringing off a match.<br>He’s often been in danger<br>Caught in nets that foes have spread,<br>He’s even come to life again<br>When all have called him dead.<br>Started on the centre,<br>And he’s acted on the square,<br>To all parts of the compass<br>He’s been bullied everywhere.<br>His aims and his ambitious<br>Were opposed by one and all,<br>And yet he somehow reached his goal<br>That plucky old football.<br>When schooling days were ended<br>I forgot him altogether,<br>And ’midst the dusty years<br>He lay a crumpled lump of leather.<br>Then came the threat’ning voice of War,<br>And games had little chance,<br>My brother went to do his bit<br>Out there somewhere in France.<br>And when my brother wrote he said,<br>‘Of all a Tommy’s joys,<br>There’s none compares with football.<br>Will you send one for the boys?’<br>I sent not one but many,<br>And my old one with the rest,<br>I thought that football’s finished now,<br>But no he stood the test.<br>Behind the lines they kicked him<br>As he’d never been kicked before.<br>Till they busted him and sent him back<br>A keepsake of the war.<br>My brother lies out there in France,<br>Beneath a simple cross,<br>And I seem to feel my football knows my grief,<br>And shares my loss.<br>He tells me of that splendid charge,<br>And then my brother’s fall.<br>In life he loved our mutual chum<br>That worn-out football.<br>Oh you can keep your antique silver<br>And your statuettes of bronze<br>Your curios and tapestries so fine<br>But of all your treasures rare<br>There is nothing to compare<br>With that patched-up worn-out football—<br>Pal o’ mine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>----------------------------- ------------------------------------------------- --</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Milton+Hayes">John Milton Hayes</a><div class=q>
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Your curios and tapestries so fine,
But of all your treasures rare there is nothing to compare
With this patched up, wornout football pal o’ mine.
Just a patchedup wornout football,..."></div>
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