Nathan Haas: A Poem

Skiiillz with rhymes

An ode to summer training:

 

Dry lips  Dry dirt

Gears grinding Legs hurt

Pushing hard Dry eyes

Gravel road On mercury rise

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Flat tube On the wire

Deflated spirit Like my tyre 

Empty bottle Road is long  

Should I put this poem To a song

Earphones in Let’s keep on grinding 

Though the road Is long and winding 

The heat Won’t be much for luck 

Sometimes I think What the fuck

It’s the life we lead Come cold or hot

But 40 degrees, I think not.

But on we go Beneath the sun

The life of a pro  Come hell or fun