Wednesday, March 08, 2017

the village champiion

The village champion
He can't cut it in the world
Though he tries to spread his wings
The bad skeletons shadow him

The village people may believe
The words he uses to win their minds
Sad to say he hasn't got the qualities
He isn't Hang Tuah; he isn't Hang Jebat

The village champion
Agonising his view
On the world he watches by
Dreaming of his conquests

It is only in his backyard
He could say with some confidence
But the bad skeletons will be expose
One by one he will face the truth

When the retirement plan kicks in
The village champion will face his blues
He has no muscles to push it away
He has to finally face his truth

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