Poems For The Wrestler
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It's All A State Of Mind
If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you don't.
If you'd like to win, but think you can't,
it's almost a "cinch" you won't.
If you think you'll lose, you've lost.
For out in the world you find,
success begins with a person's will.
It's all a state of mind!
For many a race is lost,
before even a step is run.
And many a coward fails,
before even his/her work's begun.
Think big and your deeds will grow.
Think small and you'll fall behind.
Think that you can, and you will.
It's all a state of mind!!!
The Wrestler's Mother
When first he said unto me, "A wrestler is what I want to be".
I did not know. I did not see. All I knew was from T.V. "Oh, darling boy", I cried in fright, "wrestling is such a terrible sight". "But, Mother Dear, that's called a match". "Please dear son, consider track, that won't make you blue and black. Or basketball, it requires great skill. At least they don't scream, GO OUT THERE TO KILL"! I fussed, I screamed, I went into a fit, but all he said was, "Mother, I won't quit"! So about wrestling I tried to learn, until midnight my light did burn, I read all I could, I listened with both ears, I learned about wrestling and forgot my fears. My son now thought his mother was neat, for I learned about take downs, decisions and pins. I never missed a match, even out of town, where my son was wrestling was where I could be found. I can hardly wait for next season to begin, and keep track of his matches, losses and wins. Now I'm wrestling's biggest fan, because there's no greater sport in the land!!!
