"No Future"

So what is it like

To lose a loved one

I may be jumping the gun

But I think my Football Club

Is about to expire.

At least-implode!

But I’m totally tied

By the Committee code.

Supposedly-‘what goes on tour

Stays on tour’

As the old saying goes.

That much I can get my head round.

That’s football-honour bound.

But in a committee room?

When it’s all about to go BOOM?!

Could it just be me?

The old terrace drama queen

Living in the century gone;

A dinosaur has been?

We’ve all cried wolf in the past

But the Club has gone on to last

This time though

I fear there’s not long to go.

I know my Club more than most

Fear we’re about to be toast.

Will there be the will to start again

Not just where but also when?

Never mind why and how?

The Trust ‘war chest’ is no cash cow.

There is also a brutal fact

Being selfish…how will I react?

Dulwich Hamlet is my total life

Can I take the pain and strife?

Will this be my excuse to pick up drink

The rest of my life about to sink.

I’ve got nothing without Champion Hill

Would that be enough to make me kill?

No idea what I’d do

My blood pumps Pink and Blue.

Life’s not been perfect

More like fucking shit

Will this over the edge…

Is this really it?

Dulwich Poet- 11^th February 2013.

( I am a lifelong supporter of a small non-league club, called Dulwich Hamlet. The future of which, I think, is extrmely uncertain)