An Olympian Sonnet Of Sorts - Poem by Dan Reynolds
Today, the torch has taken to the Thames
the eyes of all the world, wend this day.
So soon, we'll treasure such Olympic gems
as athletes in their prime will have their say.
For those whose lives have centered on this goal
begin to reap or weep as fate dictates.
Each fish will wish to stand out from the shoal,
(not like in Nature, gambling with their fates?)
The fastest, strongest, most possesed of skill
whose daily training tortures were endured
to sacrifice the years they never will
regain, but see the future they've secured.
The backers and the sponsors will ensure-
today, there's no such thing as...amateur..; ¬)
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