Defiant Poem by John I Nash

Grim face he looks at me fire in his eyes muscles tense, this younger image of myself. I wish he weren't so much like me, he will do anything to succeed, determination is his creed, work will never stop until he is dead indeed, just like me.

Does not know how to rest, thinks he has to beat all the rest, hard work is his only answerer, it is his master.

You can not judge a man by work alone, you have to look at him through to the bone.

Family he cherishes, wife, baby, mother and brother no other. Little friends has he, few they be, but those he has are like brothers.

Not a moment to waste, hard work takes time and toll, now grey he wonders about it all.