This race.

by damont   Aug 26, 2007


There is a time when pride and skill fall
a natural talent which is brought to its knee's left to crawl
proven wrong by its pure skilled opposite
a lesson never revealed through all this excitement
throughout this journey one gets tired
motivation won't get this man retired
an adrenline rush
ready to prove his words which can't be crushed
a challenge and goal reached in one shot
no knowledge of his secret lot.
he lost before it began
the one with the most heart won in the end.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Corruption

    Hey great poem
    you wrote it magnificently
    very insightful
    good job
    hope to read more sometime
    good job once again

    btw you should get your poems read more
    they are good
    gedt people to read them!! lol

    Keenan