Glory Days

nought but a lad

there came that crucial

age when I was expected

to pick my team,

little knowing that for good

or bad it was for life,

a marriage with no chance

of divorce,

those eleven men, names

carved on my heart forever,

pictures pasted on my

bedroom wall, schoolbooks,

desks and pencil cases all

defiled with shields and logos

of that forever team,

sixty-five years have long gone

all those brave men too,

still remembered like long

lost lovers with a heavy heart

from that golden year, 1961,

the year my world turned

upside-down, a year that could

still be read whichever way up

Published by grahamrsherwood