All The Best. Poem by guy lipmore

All The Best.



Finally gone, laid to rest,
Forget the gossip, the hounding press.
Not the best some would suggest,
Just an alcoholic, they would protest.
Self destructed in his prime,
What could have been, given time.
Anyone could have guessed,
Just recall the ball at his feet, eloquently caressed,
Best the blessed.

07/12/06

Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: football
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Another small tribute to George Best.
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