Another year gone by
Still no you
No Inspiration
Fighting
Winning
Gold Medals
Its juts not the same
My love for the sport
Gone with you
The life you brought to it
Taken from those who were loyal
Wanting from those who can't follow
Pain from those who believed
Agression, Digressed
Looked down upon by the new
No emotion in fighting
This is an excellent poem. You are very talented.
Competing is more emotionally demanding than it seems. It takes a lot out of anyone. Then to have someone you admired and trusted leave maybe, when you needed him the most.
That is tough.
I am sorry for your grieving. Anyone put to the test knows. Especially, to anyone who has grown up in the shadow of New York City.
Learning lessons are good but I also, feel teaching helps us learn more.
We live in an environment where cynics flourish – your former mentor instilled inspiration into you, you have what it takes.
You can never really lose that lesson, so learn to teach it to others.
If want to lead, someone will follow you.
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot