by Tim Chiu
A sports poem about coming through under pressure.
To win or lose or place, the norms.
Nerves do bother, evil swarms,
Historically, folks watch the storms!
Time to think is way too much -
Gravitate toward being clutch.
Doing more serves as the crutch;
Attempt to shoulder these and such.
A sporting nightmare may unfold;
Defeats and struggles, getting old.
Different stories must be told -
Enough’s occurred, warm up, it’s cold!
A must-do process, so let’s practice.
Own the grooves, Earth’s shorter axis.
Tomorrow’s built and where the max is;
Just keep vying, no new taxes.