He Will Rise Poem by Randy McClave

The boxer is knocked down in his fight
But, he still thinks about winning that prize,
He then hits his gloved hands with fury and might
And then he will rise.
He stands as he stood once before
He swears soon that he will wear that crown,
While the crowd is screaming at him to stay on the floor
Nothing will keep a fighter down.

The alarm it kicks off at 4 a.m
He then groggily wipes the sleep out of his eyes,
He does not even consider hitting the "SNOOZE" button's stem,
Once again, he will rise.

He eats his breakfast and then goes for a run
Then after a while he reflects to the sky,
He is tired and wore out, but he won't succumb
Like the sun, he too will always rise.

He does not know how to surrender
Nor does he believe much in compromise,
He will not stay down his best he will always render,
And, he will always rise.
Blacken his eyes or bloody his nose
He is no stranger to kissing the wood and the dirt,
Like all man he knows he will heal, so again he rose
He does not give-up because of the hurt.

In his stool he sits as he contemplates
He then lets out a couple of his sighs,
That is how his day always ends and motivates;
He will rise.

He goes to work and then he comes home
Then he showers after he does his exercise,
He goes to bed in the glinting gloam
Soon again though, he will rise.

He will rise.

He will rise.

He will always rise.

Randy L. McClave