Just come through the Channel Tunnel
Back in Blighty on the last leg
Returning to the same old existence
Though I'm not really a bad egg.
I'll get off the coach at Victoria
Take a train home to my pit
The normality of my non-existence
Reality of life being shit.
I think next year will be crucial
As I reach the age of the BIG five oh...
Time for me to make some decisions
And decide how I want my life to go.
Even though I'm single
As I will be for evermore
I'm 'married' to Dulwich Hamlet
I think you know the score.
But holiday trips make me realise
How many things I want to do
I never really think of myself
But of my Club and you.
Far too many people call me 'Mr. Dulwich'
Worn like a ball and chain
Not that I don't appreciate the sentiment
But I don't want to hear it again.
I'm simply one fan of many
Who's been lucky to serve his club
But sometimes it's a millstone
And therein lies the rub.
Don't get me wrong I love Dulwich Hamlet
They'll always be in my heart
But I'm not getting any younger
And I wouldn't mind some time apart.
So many places I've not been to
Lots of grounds I want to see
I wonder if I'll have the strength to break away
And just do something for me?
I don't mean gone forever
Just a few games here and there
Travelling when I can afford to
Whatever appeals when & where.
Not having to worry about the Committee
Programme, website or '50/50 Draw'
Turning up at a game when I choose
Only concern being the final score.
Leaving the 'new-veau' Rabble to sing what they like
Having their bit of fun
The bottom line is just another supporter
When all is said and done.
Dulwich Poet 30th October 2015
(Whilst I love everything I do for Dulwich Hamlet Football Club, I am getting to the stage where I'd like to step back and have more time for other things in life...don't worry, it will pass!)
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