The Running Men
A running man he was,
that was the thing he was born to do,
th champion never quits and he never was,
back in the old days,
he was...but something change him,
A will from his mother,
A will that will tear him apart,
A will that will make his heart cries in pain,
if he did not follow.
As rhe time goes by,
he change little by little,
he had change to someone tremendously impressive,
A champion he was,
A great changes i think,
succeed to do something that non ordanary people can do,
to become a running man.
A running man he was,
but he did not run from his problem,
he never was,
he know not give up,
those word never exist in his life though,
although he had a rough time back then.
A running man,
someone that i would like to be and wish to be,
someday...
the preseverance will guide me,
to bring out the best in me,
To strive what i should get in life.
poem by Amir Naseem
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