A Good Sport, by Mary Wallace

14/2/2021

SPORT

He sported a beard
Played cricket, tennis. squash
We watched footy together
I thought he was a good sort
He thought I was a good sport

Married
Raised children, grandchildren
Forty years on with nothing in common
Yet sometimes the spark rekindles
And we scream at the umpires on TV

11 Comments

Krystyna

16/2/2021 10:36:17 pm

Cute, Mary. Forty years, eh? Same here, and a bit.

Mary Wallace

17/2/2021 04:23:32 am

Bit more here too Krystyna, but more than 40, (44) sounds scary. At 20 there is no possible way to know what your partner will be like at 64. Thank goodness we can still curse the umpires.

Sue Clayton

17/2/2021 01:02:12 am

And aren't we glad there's still a spark that could maybe light their fire...if only their team has a win.

Mary Wallace

17/2/2021 04:24:50 am

I think it is more getting fired up, rather than lighting their fire.🤣🤣🤣🤣

Adrian McRobb

21/2/2021 05:36:46 am

Tells it like it is...

Peggy Gerber

17/2/2021 04:02:06 pm

Mature love is a beautiful thing, and what a bonus that there are still sparks.

Mary Wallace

19/2/2021 03:29:11 am

Well..... I suppose you could say sparks still fly, but they have little to do with your romantic notion Peggy.

Sandra James

19/2/2021 03:39:34 am

I don't think mine will ever go to the football with me again, not after my team beat his 😁😁😁 And the umpiring was perfect!

Mary Wallace

19/2/2021 05:35:32 am

Probably best not to risk it.

Padmini Krishnan

19/2/2021 11:58:31 am

At least screaming at the umpire is an area of common interest. A very honest poem.

Mary Wallace

19/2/2021 12:04:25 pm

Thankyou Padmini, they say to write about what you know.😊

A Good Sport, by Mary Wallace

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