We Wrestle-Poem

by Samuel De Lemos

I Went to a wrestling tournament with my sons.
They’ve been working hard
with skills and staying fit.
They wrestled hard:
won some,
lost some.

me: a nervous wreck
I believe in my kids.
I want to see them succeed.

But then
I wrestle with myself
I wrestle in my head
I wrestle with words
I wrestle with getting up
at 4:30 AM to go to my job.

In the end,
we all wrestle,
even with death.

That’s why wrestling
is a great sport and
perfect human metaphor.

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