The following poem spun out of an all male, black tie dinner and stumped me.
Its always difficult to hold my end
when the talk turns to Cricket
the total lack of interest is a handicap
in all male company
so when he mentioned the painting over his bed
I was interested
hoping for a change of subject
and pressed for details
only to learn that it showed a match
a cricket match
in pride of place over their bed
I shied from asking its inspiration
but he told me its title:
“Playing on in extra time as the light fades”
That’s best result we all can hope for.
