#8

My young legs are giving out,
Leaving two tired out husks,
And memories of past glory.
Why has my body forsaken me
Like Bush’s cronies did to us?
I’m not corrupt like Karl Rove.
I won’t deceive like Alberto Gonzales.
Was my time destined to expire?
I wanted to add more chapters
To the story of my athletic life
Before I wasn’t able to move
Like a cheetah up the court.
I don’t want to be potential
That lays waiting on a shelf
For someone to harness it.
I’ll run until my last breath,
And you’ll never stop me.
I want it so nobody can top me,
Zero people think this is sloppy,
And my employers can’t drop me

sounds liek that you had maybe an injury or sumin that stopped you playing sports?

good rhyming and i liked the way it flowed nicely.