so i was glancing over some of my old work and i saw my first poem that i had written when i was a sophomore in high school. i don't know why but i have this odd attachment to it. anyway here it is...
High School Hero
I can taste the tears as they’re streaming down his face,
I can feel the sweat as it glistens to keep the pace,
The blood has run and is slowly gluing to his skin,
A day of battle this day has been,
Of aches and pains and internal glory,
And someday it will be remembered as an old man’s story,
But that old man will never forget,
The pain, the tears, the blood, the sweat,
The day he rose and won his pride,
As he finishes his drink and stumbles outside.
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