The Occasional Keeper
The brave, selfless few
Who answer the call not with a "Why can't it be you?"
But a "Let it be me!
Let the team see
How many shall be let through.
None!
One!
No more than two!"
In constant demand they stand
Alone and fearless 'twixt the sticks
This wet and sunless Sunday morn.
A cold and muddy upshot
more than we wanted
more than we score
fewer than the game before
There's always next week
When 'Keeps' is back.
The same amount will be let through
But they shall play up front again
And doubtless they'll bag more than one.
No, more than two!
. . .
In memory of Dave, Feb 2021