Foot Ball
The men are playing football
Their bodies fairer fair
Their beauty stretches to catch
Their tackle mixing their sweat.
I have thought too often think
As I see their muscle run
That was my youth on the brink
I would partake in their fun
But these old bones says take it slow
just walk behind them where they go
And write the poem that must be said
Give to them the sport of your words.
poem by David E. Patton
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