Anticipating now tomorrow's game
I know...
Life will never be the same
And do believe - eleven's - magic number
I hope against the wildest, hopeless hope
My hope will never die
Will never stop
Will never perish and will never tumble
The day will tell...
Be downpour or shine
There'll be the Game
And pleasure will be mine
And anyway.. the pretext will be solid
To buy some beer...
Rejoice... or mourn
Who knows?
And on the verge of poetry and prose
Be one of them
The Joy!
Or... so I call it)))