Ode to my Boys
It's been a good year
I said with a cheer.
North and south
from west to east,
my Boys beat with the heart of a beast.
I looked with pride
as I would to a bride,
but spoke words none wanted to hear.
Our season has gone
last tracks have been laid,
sadly, the rider had said.
You whose miles are few my '98,
with my battle scarred '08,
the time has come to hibernate.
But in a blink
a chilled season will shrink,
and in April I'll call
for one to make
another Run to The Wall.
