A fantastic poem from a Rowperfect reader – Kevin Pyne. Lyrical, ironic, comedic, and definitely worth the read, this poem is on a subject we can all relate to: growing older.
We lose lots now that We are older But we turn up anyway Because a rower is A rower Even if frankly we Might have had our day
The young ones they Are all storm and thunder As the rush to get afloat Whilst we are more Graceful and gentile Having more time to Look about from out Of the boat
Besides which we do What we do out of habit And not for the winning Anyway
Because rowing is And always will be a habit For which there is no Known cure That is until you finally Drop dead one day
And another point that Should in fact be Remembered by any Young and up and coming Member of any rowing crew Is that even if it is they Who now win the trophies? It’s the old stagers who Often stump up the cash so As to pay for most if Not all the things they do.
