The Iron Brother

Our days at the Iron Throne will always last,
and our pain we take with pride.
The common one's talk when we are gone,
They say the Iron Brotherhood has died.

It was an old Iron Brother who stepped up front,
With gray hair on his ancient head.
Smacked his callused hands together,
And through the chalky mist he said!

" Now the common one's are always talking,
About our long gone," Back in the Day."
And I for one miss the things we've lost,
Somewhere along the way!�

�It's true they're not as many Brother's,
Sweating at the Iron Bar Throne.
But, Brother's I'm here to tell you now,
These changes are forever gone!�

�An Iron Brother is still a Brother,
and hard fought gains are his pay.
Pain and sweat are constant companions,
And I tell you, we're here to stay!�

�In the springtime we all have cycled,
Our bodies jacked with test.
And the Iron God's eyes shine upon us,
When in the summertime we look our best!�

�Now my day has come and gone,
And in my time I was GRAND!
My time is close, my Iron Brother's,
I'm just an Iron Worshipping old man!�

We stood in awe of this Iron Brother,
And what he had to say.
About our Brotherhood and the Intensity,
and our Desire to lift each day!

Sometimes from the Iron Throne,
Among the sweat and cries.
We still see the old Iron Brother,
Through the Intensity we show in our eyes.

Echo's of the past won't fade away,
A thousand warriors� we have known.
Their memories are in back with the chalk dust clouds,
Counting out each rep with a groan!

Ranger

Nice poem.

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