I used to love watching my son playing football, even when his team mostly lost. There was something about the endeavour that I found admirable. Now the feeling is more nostalgic!

On Seeing Small Boys Playing

Interesting, I best recall
the frantic failings when,
chasing the indifferent ball,
you lost again.

Less successes, if at all,
although we shared it then.
By then the game began to pall,
played by nearly-men.

I saw you there
and thought to call.
I looked
and thought again.

Roy