Ten years ahead of his time
Drifting unseen
Like a ghost
Onto the far post
Positionally nonpareil
Hapless opponents
Cast adrift
In his wake
Arriving late
In the area
Like a magical hologram
Wreaking havoc
His legendary headers
Like glances in the mist
Gilzean-like in grace -
Never missed
Drifting unseen
Like a ghost
Onto the far post
Ten years ahead of his time.
© IMB (Dec, 2019)
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