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The Pact

His arms tired of lifting,

“That’s seven, three more!”

Even through heavy breathing,

He could still hear his mate’s roar

 

As he put back up the weights,

His friend recited their pact,

“So let’s get one thing straight,

Don’t you dare ever hold back”

 

One hundred and sixty nine,

a new PR for his squat,

All that weight on his spine,

ended in a snap, a crack and a pop

 

By the medics he was lifted,

His only thought was their pact,

He should not have listened,

He should have held back

 

He festered greed like a fool,

he knew even years later,

“How could I have been such a tool?”

as he wheeled round in his chair

 

Even years later, all he could think about was that same pact,

“So let’s get one thing straight, don’t you dare ever hold back”

 

By Brendan Pretorius