Riddleking Poetry

MY LAST POEM

Today is the last day I may write for fun,
As I eat my food from an European can,
Am just sitted outside,looking at my son,
Running up and down,with his water gun.

I always thank God,for my son Dan,
Who'm I'll watch over,until he's a man,
For he's the only child I have,and ever will,
For I lack the power,no matter the will.

I was once a sportsman,who was well known,
But I wasted myself on steroids, until I became renown,
I sacrificed my life,just for money and fame,
And now it's all gone,and am forever lame.

I encouraged millions,with my unique running,
Without them knowing,I was slowly falling,
I lost all,including my ability to give birth to a young one,
But God blessed me with Dan who was the only one.

I lost everything I had worked hard to keep,
For I even lost my legs and I just limp,
The side effects are very painful to bear,
And if I was to go back in time, steroids I would never dear.