Gold Medal
Gold medal
Since he was a child
Would pretend he won gold
And gets his medal
Being cheered by the world
Wake up this morning
Is a young African
He puts on his old shoes
Wants to be an Olympian
Running the dirt roads
He set him self a task
Hoping to accomplish
What others dare to ask
He never went to school
To be an academic
The only dream he has
Is to go to the Olympics
He runs thru the jungle
Under the African sun
Now he standing in London
Soon his dreams will be born
It’s all about a gold medal
And the will to win
It’s like a burning fire
Athletes has within
A typical kid from Trinidad
Growing up in the sun
Watch Olympics with his father
And dream was born
Rides on the gravel roads
Thru the usine canes fields
Will only stop to change
The tires on his wheels
Rides the hills of San Fernando
To the city of Port of Spain
The back road of princess town
Then to ste Madeleine
Make the Olympic team
He was the best that night
He thinks of his mother
As he hugs his father tight
Great Britain 2012
Didn’t get the gold
But happy for a bronze
Satisfaction to his soul
We all want to win
At everything we do
But being happy
Is really up to you
Every one are born equal
But must pave their own roads
And as we continue to travel
Will carry some heavy loads
But the evil acts of other
Can fill some lives in misery
And leaves you wondering
With no focus a or destiny
I hope that all like this
Will over come their obstacles
Because we all are winners
Even if we don’t have gold medals
Copyright © Kasim Ishmael | Year Posted 2012
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