G.O.A.T. Poem by Raimi Babatunde

17years,114 days,
that's what it took,
that's the price he paid,
and he became a success,
an overnight success at that.

What a waste of life,
how so talented,
yet so intentional,
now the glory shines
they all forgot the story.

He was an athletic god,
a god in human form,
for he is the GOAT,
the greatest of all time,
and the bisht; yes, it told a story.

Success has price tags.
No pain, no glory. No price, no prize,
When you tell his story,
Remember,17years,114 days,
was all it took, to produce the GOAT.
Never stop dreaming...