Sweat drips from face onto the court
In my mind I tell myself,
“Keep going, you got this mess.”
So many encouraging thoughts scrape my brain
At this point my body is aching
I look towards the crowd then at my teammates
“People are counting on you”
Is another thought I have
When I feel myself giving up
My mental strength is what will keep me striving
The game is almost over
Now I am thinking, “Whether we win or lose I Know I gave it my all.”
My advice is,
Never give up
Never give in
Give it your all until the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true indeed. No regrets.