The young man was an athlete one of the best.
He had so much talent from which he was blest.
Then one day it was early in the morning,
disaster struck him without any warning.
He fell to the ground raging in pain,
the colour from his face was soon seen to drain.
The trainer ran towards the spot where he fell,
it was a heart attack the trainer could tell.
They rushed him to hosptal with the greatest of haste.
The trainer he knew that there was no time to waste.
The young man was seriously ill that was quite clear.
His trainer he knew that death hung so near.
The treatment was harsh but it looked as if it worked.
The nurses and doctors their duties not shirked.
The trainer he spoke to the doctors with deep concern.
The young man would never walk again this he did learn.
How can I tell him that this is the case?
This was his dilemma that he had to face.
How would he take the fact that his talent was lost?
How would the man measure that this was the cost?
How do you tell a man that life is for living?
When he knows what he's lost who wiull do the forgiving?
Here was a young man with the world at his feet,
now he had nothing he had suffered his first ever defeat.
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