Thoroughbred Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Thoroughbred



That steep hill you climb...
With that backpack on your back,
Strapped like that and packed?
And those without hint or clue,
Bet against you and laugh?
Entertaining themselves,
At the expense of your pain.
Misunderstanding...
That strength within you,
Locked tight on the sight of your aim!

With every step you take forward...
That may take a slower pace,
To leave their laughing behinds behind...
You are moving.
They are not!
Even though they make attempts,
To make you the biggest fool that is known!
Keep your focus.
Face those obstacles.
And embrace whatever it takes!
In time your faith will be shown.

You will get a chance to lighten your load.
It is inevitable...
When one is determined,
One creates and does not fake success!
Not when it has been publicly addressed,
And witnessed.
Nothing you do has to be expressed.
It will dismiss those who rolled to the ground...
In sidesplitting laughter!
You may even see a jaw dropp or two!

And perhaps embarrassed silence...
As you pass downcast eyes.
Proving to their surprise,
How a prized thoroughbred...
Could be in their midst.
And have them feeling like losers?
It certainly was not planned that way.
This certainly had not been their intention!

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