Tuesday, February 2, 2016

POEM: "A Short Ballad, 5 Foot 9½"

A Short Ballad, 5 Foot 9½

Young, gifted and usually unused
that day he scored the goals that won
the final game that won the season
the other champions lifted him up
in the street the cars were honking
he was famous throughout Melbourne
the people cheered all his moves after that
when he sobered up he'd had enough
his knees were shot his body just said no
he went bush and sat among the trees
the abstraction was finally put to rest
came down the mountain took another look
at last got back all his breath grew his hair long
started to write his stories and poems
and he started a printing business
mostly young poetry risking it all.


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