My Coach
My coach is someone who cares
Someone who works hard, despite his gray hairs
During the tough times or the relaxed days
I always strive to hear his praise
The praise of a coach is not easily earned
Just as math is not easily learned.
But surely nothing can be as great
as when the workout dissipates.
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