Friday Football

Dedicated to all the men I play football with

It was a sunny Friday morning

Filled with much optimism for the game

Today I play some football

With some strangers I have never met

We played a great game and had a lot of fun

And wanted to keep on going for a good run

But as Fridays came and went

The strangers we met started increasing in number

Slowly we were no longer strangers

And we started going out for more beers

Enjoying ourselves in this beautiful city

Laughing together in each other's company

Such was a tale of a small Friday football group

A group that started with the intention of a game

Which slowly grew into something much bigger

Which helped me find some amazing mates

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

There is something so amazing about coming together as a team and learning to move as one. You truly express the joy and wonder of strangers transforming into friends, like so many poets here.