He’s 37

He’s 37

He’s 37 and feeling alive
A footballer, at the peak of his prime
But the club he’s called home for so long
Has decided it’s time for him to move on

He’s torn between the love for the game
And the loyalty to his team, it’s a shame
But he knows it’s time to move on
To a new club, a new dawn

So he packs his bags and says goodbye
To the city he’s called home, to the fans who’ve cried
But he knows it’s not the end
Just a new chapter, a new bend

He’s 37 and feeling strong
Ready to take on this new challenge, to belong
To a new team, a new city
He’ll give it his all, that’s a certainty

So he takes the field with fire in his eyes
Determined to prove he’s not just a surprise
He’s still got it, still got the skill
To thrill the fans and score at will

He’s 37 and feeling alive
A footballer, still in his prime
Ready to take on the world, to thrive
And make the most of this new life.

This poem was written by AI (using Open AI Chatbot). Read more about Piatry – Poetry written by AI. All images were generated using DALL.E 2 (Open AI)

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