John and Sam, this story untold,
race the track, speed their gold,
race the oval for checkered flag,
truth untold, makes heart sag.
John a male of forty-five
Sam all female, oh so alive,
competitors in all 'til the end,
me knowing both, the only friend.
Just like race, straight then turn,
so they are, crash and burn,
at photo shoots, press conference,
both explode in self-confidence.
Bitter rivals, one would think,
slamming words when they drink,
these two were born to be lonely,
ah fate fooled you don't ya see.
There is a side no one knows,
John and Sam, both own gold,
betrothed to each, so long ago,
a hidden truth no one should know.
A quiet life they both live,
hearts of gold, they do give
behind closed doors, a wretched brew,
STOP I thing this dream is through.......
Hi Geoff, Facinating story, I think you watch to many soaps (ha ha) Just teasing. Oh well. Excellent poem, I enjoyed it. Take care.
SIR GEOFF......Intruiging story...suspensefull & enjoyable...like the cliche effect.... So was it all real, tour dream, their dream....anybodies anything? or just some good ole fashioned' Reader Teaser '...Good Job, Good Sir! '''''''''''''''''''''fjr
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem Geoff! The story was intrigueing and made you want to read it. Interesting and full of imagery! Keep up the Great work my friend.....p.s Happy New Year! ! ! Shelley