For Forty years he’d played and coached and referred the game. Now Alzheimer’s stolen nearly all except his name. With his past now dis-remembered and all hope of a future gone what else was there left to him except to just play on. The pickup game he’d played for years Became his sole relief He played with men he once knew well before he met time’s thief. You see him running on the pitch with purpose, or with none. And if he goes off sides at times his friends say no harm done. Like a child, he chases *****. His scoring touch is gone. Yet, in the moment, he finds joy And so he just plays on.
this poem was inspired by an article by Phil Taylor for the "point after" column of Sport's Illustrated. It is the story of a soccer enthusiast, John Plankinton, who continues to play the sport he loves despite battling Alzheimer's disease.