A 'Mans' Place Poem by Elliott Gilbert

A 'Mans' Place



Crashing symbols, double bass,
clanging bars, reddend face.

Sweat dripping, tears falling,
up and down relentless yelling.

Push it hard or leave,
no time for make believe.

It is serious, it is tiring,
it is inspiring, it is perspiering.

It is the place people are in doom,
it is the Colony High weight room.

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