My opponent is watching tv,
I go jogging on the street.
My opponent ordered a pizza,
I am watching what I eat.
My opponent takes a rest day,
I run despite the rain.
My opponent eases up,
while I push on, through the pain.
My opponent wants the victory,
I am living for that win.
My opponent focuses on muscle,
I forge the strength within.
My opponent thinks they’re ready,
soon we both shall meet.
All that extra work I went through,
means I will not taste defeat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem