The Goalkeeper Six foot tall the young man stood, And was built like a wall of stone, And when he stood between the posts Compared he could be to none. His shout was loud, his throws were long, His grip was firm and his kicks were strong. To any length on height he’d leap In a bid for his clean sheet to keep. But times would come when he’d screw up, Like missing the ball or letting it drop. And his team would look at him with disdain, Adding inner hurt to his physical pain. So he would turn, pick the ball from the net, And try to learn from mistakes that he’d never forget. This process of learning was a constant thing, Adding more hope to his ‘ridiculous’ dream. Harder he’d try, week after week, To ignore all the put-downs and instead try to think; “What can I learn from this? What’s going wrong?” His burning ambition was still there, still strong. The put-downs persisted but had less effect, And gradually the team showed their boy some respect. Despite disappointment and losing, his
I have nobody to whom I can send Messages, or whom I can ask to meet With me for a few hours at the weekend. I have no secret, hidden or discreet Relationships with any local girls, Or a long-distance lover somewhere else. Just solitary games, musings with words, Working on poetry, testing myself. Reading and writing are no substitute For the companionship of a lover, This fact I’m sure one cannot refute. Although, from some I am yet to recover. So while I’m (for the time being) alone, I know that love will always come and go.