My Father’s Gaze
We sat down facing the west
As the sun lazily crawled behind the green hills
Under the older than time mango tree
We sat on rickety three legged stools.
His face engulfed in mystery
Stroking his grey mustache
He gazed...
For The Love of The Game
I will always blow the trumpet
I will always shout glory glory
Every wave that rocks the stadium
I will encounter it with a Mexican wave
I shall praise the dribble,passes and shots
Ooh! Damn he hit the cross...