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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