20-4-07

That was a dark night before the match
and a young keeper was seeying quietly the stars.
Tomorrow, it coul be his day
too nervous to have something to say.

The moon was nearly a line,
and the just-finished train was fine.
"Oh, sometimes I wish the peace of this night,
not the loud of the stadium light.
Messy feelings for only a game,
a line for disastrous or fame.
But are some people, trying, for a dream.
Friends, together, always more than alone can be."

And maybe, thinking, he can also be sure
if really all problems as this quietly be understood.
Good luck, be happy and gentle, and avoid to lose;
Oh, our dear mods, bless us and close!