I Will Succeed Poem by Randy McClave

You say I will fall
But, instead I will succeed,
I will catch the medicine ball
And upon skeptics I will feed.
I will run until I am tired
I will lift until I am sore,
I'll be pushed and punished and admired
I will then ask for more.
I will religiously work on my glutes
And on my upper and lower body,
I will dine on vegetables and fruits
And I won't be ever shoddy.
I will then hit the heavy bag
Then I will punch on the hand mitts,
I'll jump rope so my timing won't lag
Then I'll count out all of my hits.
I swear to you I will not fail
Those words you better heed,
I have endured doubters and hell
I swear I will succeed.

Randy L. McClave