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Nov 2013
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.
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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