Too Thin To Win Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Too Thin To Win



In aggravation, he recoiled,
It's gone to seed,
Ideas thwarted, progress spoiled
Irritated beyond repair,
Eyes viewing past the glass with a worthless stare
Is he mad enough?
You bet
His height was right,
But they said he was too thin to win
So he competed,
Changed the narrative,
The fire blazed on,
While the doubter went away like a puff of smoke

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