A fantastic poem from a Rowperfect reader – Kevin Pyne. Lyrical, ironic, comedic, and definitely worth the read, his poem touches on all the important things in life: love, death and rowing!
I love you when we Are rowing Even if you are Better than I Will ever be After all I am eight Years older And you are much Fitter then me
I think it’s the way You cleave your Blade in As the puddles we Surpass And I am sure one Day I will die On the return Because you row
So very fast
But I don’t mind The thought of Dying when I Row out with you Because if I am Lucky enough To row out with A younger woman Then what is there That is better for An older man to do
Besides which our Kids will come home For the funeral And they are all Rowers too So after they have Tipped me into a pit I am sure that they Will want to come And have row with you
So don’t waste money On fancy flowers Of buying booze For an expensive wake But just get out there And line up So as to remember me By going out rowing With all my late rowing mates You can look forward to another rowing poem from Kyle next week, at Rowperfect.
