He didn’t step in there to lose;
A full camp, the best coaches,
Crushing opponents like roaches;
Under lights, no shirt and no shoes.
Defeat meant his ego would bruise.
At the sound of the bell, don’t wait…
Attack! Be first or be the bait.
He relied on training, not hope,
Wins don’t come by slipping on soap;
The bell shot him out of the gate!
Prompted from Ronovan Writes Decima Poetry Challenge at: https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/04/22/decima-poetry-challenge-prompt-hope/.