Fight the good fightA Poem by TomWe all know some one who inspires us, the man continues to inspire me and those who know him
As an unassuming, energetic lad
he enjoyed a bit a craic, never gleaned or nurtured like privileged Etonian stock, his upbringing less kid gloved he carried his own sack and sidestepped idle talk, preferring more to walk the walk That chosen path was cumbersome with many a jagged edge but his gait always upright with purpose in his stride and if the way was blocked he'd always find a wedge, to help remove the obstacle then journey on with pride Born of competitive spirit he played the gentleman's fine game, indulged in victory's adulation reverent in defeat, aware that when the crowd had gone it was a moment's fame, and they'll judge not if you won or lost but how you did compete Faced down the aggressive tyrant affording him scant regard, the thief he had no time for chased him from the place, as for the sly old fox spouting innuendo, conceit and canard, he silenced him in one fell blow when he said it straight to his face And now a chivalrous octogenarian still, he has guts and soul, adversity he obliterates from a self-effacing, humble turret, with truth and virtue by his side he has but one treasured goal, to onwards fight the good fight knowing if the flesh should wane... ever willing is the spirit! © 2016 TomAuthor's Note
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