Waiting For Theo


Dancing on tables
outside the small curry house
A small shaft of sanity
in a mad, mad world

He was a natural

Bemused by the circus
living in a limbo of possibility
Forever on the verge
of breaking through

He hit the bar

His greatest strength
even as others
have risen and fallen
Endearingly gentle riposte

He is just a little too nice

Some promising signs
emerge with any credit
The truth is nothing else
that makes him stand out

Everybody’s still waiting for Theo

Found poem from:
http://www.theguardian.com/football/blog/2015/oct/01/theo-walcott-arsenal-prodigy-centre-forward?CMP=twt_gu

© 2016 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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