The Old Professional

The Old Professional by Norman Gale

The poem reflects on a long and storied career in cricket, using the sport as a metaphor for life and mortality. The speaker, an aging cricketer, recounts his experiences over sixty years, facing challenges and adversities with resilience and humor. He personifies Death as a formidable opponent on the cricket field, acknowledging the inevitability of his own demise while expressing a determination to continue playing the game of life. The speaker describes the various trials he has faced, likening them to different types of deliveries in cricket, and emphasizes his enduring passion for the game. Despite the physical decline that comes with age, he remains mentally sharp and committed to his craft. The poem conveys a sense of nostalgia, reflecting on the joys and sorrows of a life well-lived, with cricket serving as a constant companion. The relationship between the speaker and the game is portrayed as deeply personal, akin to a marriage, highlighting the loyalty and love he has for cricket. He acknowledges the lessons learned throughout his life, suggesting that the experiences on the field have shaped his understanding of existence and morality. Ultimately, the poem captures the spirit of perseverance, the acceptance of life's transience, and the hope for recognition of a life well-lived, even in the face of death. The speaker's reflections serve as a tribute to the sport and a meditation on the broader themes of life, love, and legacy.

By Norman Gale · First published 1910 · Genre: Poetry, Sports Literature, Philosophical · 690 words

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Sixty years since the game begun, Sir, Sixty years since I took the crease! Sixty years in the rain an' sun, Sir, Death's been tryin' to end my lease. Oh, but he's sent me down some corkers, Given me lots of nasty jobs; Mixed length-balls with his dazzlin' Yorkers, Kickers an' shooters, grubs an' lobs!

Here I've stood, an' I've met him smilin', Takin' all of his nasty bumps; Grantin' at times his luck was rilin' When reg'lar fizzers tickled the stumps. Playin' him straight an' storin' breath, Sir, Closely watchin' his artful wrist, I've had a rare old tussle with Death, Sir, Slammin' the loose 'uns, smotherin' twist!

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