POEMS WITH REAL MESSAGES

THE LONE ATHLETE

I was born to this lane

And forever I’ll run in vain

If to the side I determine my path

Where scornful whispers bothers the heart

             And run we will till our feet be

           One with the golden streets of heaven

            For no other can we see

           Whence our hearts are purpose laden

By the left doth war rages on

Of pride, ambition and ungainly fun

And to the right more whispers I see

Of what should and shouldn’t be

On and on the sailor goes

Mindless of the storm’s throes

Rowing tirelessly in his heart

Deaf to the thrashing sound of death