The Greatest | a poem
As I woke up with beads of sweats all over my forehead,
my muscles ached.
I pushed through the pain,
knowing that it would pay off in the end.
I gave it my all,
hoping that by the end of the day it would be enough,
enough to be better than before,
enough to make me tough.
The sound of cheers,
are like music to my ears.
I stepped up,
up to where I deserved,
and clutch the cup,
the cup that would be given to the one who persevered.
It was reserved for the one,
the one who would put in the time,
the one who would put in the effort,
the one who would push through the pain,
the one who wanted to be the greatest.