The passion he had
No one could compete with
Not the best
but not easily beaten
Hardly beaten..
He was the second best
The hundred metres, he loved to run..
But never was there a chance
He'll do that for the school
The four hundred metres...
his coach always commandeered him to run
His heart was never there
For a chance on being on the team
He accepted the four hundred
though no other could defeat him
No chance he would get the spot
Nothing his coach wouldn't do to make him leave
Nothing his coach wouldn't do to humilate him
Nothing his coach wouldn't do
No love, his coach had for him
The day his dream came true
To represent his house in the interhouse
With an outburst of passion and heart
He ran for his house
He came in; in second place
He was happy
But Alas; his position, he was robbed of
But still he led his house to victory
He was their m.v.p
He was a great athlete
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well composed