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Anthem for frustrated talent - Di Wade
It’s tough at the bottom,
Scraping barrels, licking boots,
For the smallest sighting,
Of success’ shrinking shoots,
Unentitled, un-owed,
Thanks to obscurity,
But beneath the shroud,
Of MY nobody:
I am Bolt,
I am Peaty,
I am Federer,
I am Woods,
I am Ainslie,
I am Redgrave, (and his teammate great and goods):
I am J K Rowling,
I am legend—all the way!
I am the dreadful menace,
Re aught that’d bar my way:
I am angry, I am bloody-minded and unbowed past knowing,
I am one-off wonder,
And I WILL get where I’m going.
(Winner of Poetry in Traditional Form - 2017)
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