POETRY

I hear my coaches

by | May 10, 2019

Michael Jones

I hear my coaches in my head
They’re alive and they’re not dead

Seasons pass
Years have fled
My body’s wrecked
I love my bed

Sounds of glory
Whistles shrill
I sweat, I ache
I run that hill

I hear my coaches in my head
They’re alive and they’re not dead

Quit? You don’t
Whine? You won’t
Breathe? You pant
Their voices rave
Their voices rant

Don’t you stop!
Give your all!
I’ll run your ass!
From Spring to Fall!

I hear my coaches in my head
They’re alive and they’re not dead

Inside I’m young
Outside I’m not
They made me strong
By them I’m wrought

Here beside me
Battles fought
To always win
To falter not

The will to live
The will to strive
To be the best
In all of life

I hear my coaches in my head
They’re alive and they’re not dead

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