WILLIAM IS SIXTEEN

An ace is an ace for a day
And when the crowds have moved away
There are others who come along
Who will court their siren song
And play for the laurel crown
That seals ephemeral renown.
But the one who plays for love
Of the game and the team he is in
Inspires his mates from above
And honours the glory within,
While respecting the facing team
As he strives to impose his stamp
With a skill and a force that is clean,
He really is the champ.
There is not a day goes by
When some fall from the heights aspired
But the will to do as you try
Brings you back to the effort required;
So here’s to that effort made
And here’s to the belief instilled,
May the love of the game never fade
From our own special champ – our Wills.

April 2005