A Psalm of Wrestling

Tell me not, in mournful number,

About Hard work and Pain,

The mat isn’t where people go to slumber,

I’ve been there once and I’ll be there again,

 

The battle for points and pins,

Takedowns and the great stand up,

The war on the mat begins,

The second you step on and get closeup,

 

The whistle blows and your adrenaline pumps,

You start to run the bar and are in a tee,

Then you get rolled and have bumps,

Your nose bleeds and you can’t see,

 

Through all the blood, sweat, and tears,

You’ve worked your heart out and to give up never,

Your pain allows for you to gain respect from your peers,

Because pain is temporary but the pride is forever.

Anakin J. Cox