Football. It’s a way of life.
You can keep your watches and your cars,
But all of your treasures are nothing compared to mine;
My worn-out football, My good old friend.
Just a worn-out football, yet the emotions it brings.
It's got a mouth,It's got a tongue,
And when I’m alone, It speaks to me,
Reminding me of all the joy It's brought to everyone,
who’s played this beautiful game, including kings.
I kicked it, yet I worshipped It,
When It hit Its lows,
It was blown up and kicked again.
It’s transcended time,
It’s played the game,
It’s lived its life
There’s history in the scratches of that worn-out football,
My Good Old Friend
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