Prem assured? Hijacked elation!

The league is never over
Until game thirty eight
Topping at week one
Does not make you great
Three points clear at Christmas
And you shouldn't celebrate
If you're still sat there at easter
That's good, but not checkmate

But don't book your open top bus
You'd be naive to assume
As twist and turns are coming
And disappointments loom
No medals are given at Christmas
So don't build a trophy room
Prepare for the worst and
May you house be filled with gloom

Watching England

Wife out, fire roaring
Beer well chilled, kids all snoring
Sat in duds, so please no door ring
Hoping Danny Welbeck's scoring

All things change over time

My passion for it's fading
The fire's going out
What was my pumping life blood
I now can do without

For years it had such value
For me it was my being
And now a fading memory
Days gone by I'm seeing

All things change in time
And that's just the same with passion
Sometimes the fire dies
Or the style goes out of fashion

It's still there in the sidelines
The history's in my fabric
To move on is not shameful
But forgetting would be tragic.

The tap may be turned off
But the pipes remain connected
If it's something that I want
All can be resurrected.