WARNING: Football manager has the ability to destroy relationships, degrees, careers and entire lives. There is no greater enemy of progress to mankind.
Well, my kind of man, anyway.
Anyway, to make myself feel less guilty and kick-start a productive day three hours later, I am sharing a pre-written poem that has required no creativity of me today whatsoever. This was the poem I mentioned in my last post and I wrote it earlier this year as a piece of coursework (before I'd ever visited Paris) but is a concept I've had for much longer.
There’s something about you
I think it’s the magic
and I’m not the only one who’s noticed.
But don’t you just know it
You’re so proud of yourself
More so when heads turn
and mouths speak of you.
Synonymous with love
With your Ponts des Arts
Once they love it’s real
and they’re locked with you forever.
One day we will meet.
Without hopefully stating the obvious, it isn't only about Paris. Hope you enjoyed it.
Currently listening to: Westlife - My Love