Heading To The Match


I envied them

As they stood on the roadside ditch

Chanting “We are the Champions”

And the AA man repaired the car

On their way to the match, I guessed

Young, free and happy

They had it all

Their song was carried on the air

To shake us out of our hibernation

Announcing to the world that spring had sprung

That life was for living

That we all should be singing

The car repaired

Silence descended

The champions were gone

Their song was silenced not ended

I found myself humming its tune

And wishing that I were young

Teresa Regan ©

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