The Coach

The Coach - A Poem

The gymnast climbs upon the stand, for he has proven to the land,

That he’s the best, that he’s the one, whose sacrifice is really done,

He stands alone so brave and tall, it took a fight to win it all,

But there’s one more to share the pride, who fought with him right by his side.

The coach has shared the pains and fears, frustration, sorrow, even tears,

For he’s the one who holds the team, together as they find their dream.

The role of coaching never ends, a coach, a man, or just a friend,

He’s always there to judge what’s right, win or lose throughout the fight,

But now the gymnast stands alone, his days have come, his stars have shone,

“It’s not the medal” he thinks so bold, “but it’s my coach that’s truly gold”

Author Unknown