John he was a dreamer, from an early age
had grit, and a stubborn streak five miles long
anyone would say,
Bound & determined,
worked his fingers til they bled
got barely a few hours of sleep each night
Said: “I’ll sleep more when I’m dead”
He plowed on full steam ahead
rarely looking back
When his dreams came to fruition,
and anybody asked,
if it was worth the sacrifices along the way
He’d just grin, and say “Oh, yeah”
By: J.N.R Dutton
