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Four men born Different and the same Never meeting each other Some wild some tame One man the gift of gab Another a musical sensation The third given athletics The last given determination The first spoke beautifully A voice like no others Coasting through life Doing nothing for his brothers He grew like a weed Top of all deeds First wave of trouble He surrenders and recedes His possibilities are few His lack of drive decided The few feats he made For his fears abided The second a musical genius His harmony was perfection No sound he couldn’t master His favorite the brass section As easy as greeting the day He played the greatest sound Everyone enjoyed his gift How his ability did astound Alas one day he lost a duel Harder he did not work He lost time and again So his talent he did shirk Never again did he play For what was the use Too difficult the work No lack of an excuse Now he works in a box His tasks painless Never rising from ordinary His record stainless The third man a muscular marvel Body carved from steel Strong as an ox His form ideal In any arena He would be winner No blemishes on the outside Not true of the inner For one day he met his match And apart did he fall Refusing to get up He decided to crawl Please they all beg But his pride was hurt I quit his reply He declined to convert What a man he could have been Had he only tried harder Alas he did not He’d rather be a martyr The last man had nothing unique Seemingly nothing great Life just like the others Without any special trait He failed many times But kept on trying Fell many times Yet remained undying One day it was unbearable Life gave its worst Stumbled he did Feeling cursed He fought it through To the very end Trouble battled back His will did not bend During it all he kept going No talent to grasp Never did he stop Until he did gasp Later in life He looked about His trials were over And he had clout Because of his tests He excelled and overcame He had no regrets He had no shame Many tests taught him well Countless hardships made him tall Finally his gift discovered To always rise when you fall
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