There are more to fans
That are more loyal than dogs
Yet royal like Kings…
Each time I fail, they
Always find a way to stay
With flimsy excuse.
It is their support
That makes me lift a trophy
Every season…
Even with the odds
Against me, they stand by my
Weak withered flowers..
Like Cherry blossom
To the Japanese
They make me happy…
When bones are broken
And hopes are lost, they give me
Quick recovery
When confidence ceases
It is their songs and cheers that
Keeps me going on…
It isn’t the soil
Where my roots have a home
That gives victory
But the fan’s stomachs
Inside which I am a wolf
Hungry for success.
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 