Come Follow Me
Why are so many called
yet very few are chosen?
Are they pundits on the terrace
who know best how to shoot,
who put the ball to back of net
with mouth instead of boot?
Do many tire sore muscle
learning skill through weary days,
and good-fight life’s long hussle
for the right to make those plays?
“So come, come play for me.”
“I first must fetch another pint.
And I’m desperate for a wee.”
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