THE CHAMPION-- (Author unknown) He was a man of flesh and blood. He wasnt made of rock. Angel, devil, child, - man of ordinary stock. but somehow he was different - true athletes always are- For as he cursed, sweated, and bled, he took pride in the scar. They told him to win like a man, no matter what the cost; So many times he ventured forth; so many times he lost. And when they turned around and said, Its OK son, you tried, He clenched his headgear in his fist, and like a man he cried. But from his tears came anger; then, when it ceased to spin, He rose again, determined that next time he would win. His trembling body strengthened; his heart soared in sky. His darkened soul stood flaming; there was fire in his eye. He worked and worked relentlessly; he struggled and he strained. His conscience whipped him mercilessly for every ounce he gained. He ran on legs like pistons; his muscled arms grew sore; Hed tell himself, I have to then ask himself, What for? And then, at last, the reckoning: the final hour was here, His stomach tightened dangerously, his muscles tensed with fear. Weak-kneed, he shook the challengers hand- and then, as one possessed, His instincts gave him power, and his body did the rest. It suddenly was ended. His body seemed to scatter. A crowd was cheering somewhere, but to him it did not matter. One thought was gleaming in his brain, a thought that made him smile. Hes given it all he had, and thats what made it all worthwhile He stood and faced his teammates, with pride instead of shame. He knew not that hed won or lost, but that hed played the game. And some call him THE WRESTLER, and some call him A MAN, But he called himself a WINNER... and the ref held up his hand. mmccoy.ichooseoptimalhealth
Posted on: Thu, 10 Jul 2014 10:29:30 +0000
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