"gerrard" poems
I remember the cold breeze blow into your face..
Your Red Shirt waiving whilst your on it..
Then the Camera focussed..
From the Green Grass to the back of your shirt..
Number 8..
And I knew I was looking at
My Legend..
My hero..
You'll Never Walk Alone they sang..
It gave me Goose bumps instantly!
I've never failed to miss a game to watch you since then..
To watch you play.. To watch Liverpool Play..
And then they sang your name..
You AWED me with
Joy and Goose Bumps!
You will be missed dearly..
But as you move on to better challenges..
Remember you Sir,
Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart..
You'll Never Walk Alone!
-Shahzaad Zahirsha
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC
I wanted him strolling through
the lightnings.
Leftover lessons ones I didn't feel
like teaching.
Ones you pick up on the way home,
at Gerrard & Church,
Streambank & Lornewood.
"Is he gonna be the one
made for you,
or are you gonna build him."
I never studied architecture.
I never liked small talk
about overcast weather.
and I never thought love was built
only gathered.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 12:49 AM UTC