This doesn't rhyme but hey some of the best poems don't rhyme!!
As I Look
I walk backstage to see a silouette up above.
He looks right over me,appearing gigantic like in figure
As I look at his face I see long brown hair
I see deep brown eyes that could stare right through you
I see beauful lips lips that almost raise to a smile.
As I look at his clothes I see a reflection of the person
A blue bandanna, long gold chain, black muscleshirt, big black boots.
I see leather pants revealing a tough but tired body.
I see those huge boots that cause so much pain, so much destrucion.
As I look at his expression I see a face of loneliness
A face that longs to be touched
A face that misses family, friends, contact with the world.
A face reflecting honor, love, and work ethic.
Finally as I look at his actions I see strong brothery love
I see pride in his long hours of hard work
I see a role model that just doesn't talk but acts
I see a man who is a devoted wrestler, a man that loves what he does
A man that would lay his life on the line for the love of his job.
I see a good person who may look big, tall, and mean
But who i really see is The Undertaker
FULL OF PRIDE...................
FILLED WITH BRAVERY.............
A LEGEND WHO HAS TRULY FOUGHT FOR HIS DECADE OF DESTRUCTION
***I HOPE THIS GIVES U A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF HOW I SEE THE UNDERTAKER AS SOMEONE WHO IS DESERVING OF REPECT AND WHO IS STILL AS TOUGH TODAY AS HE EVER WAS!!***
THE END
