The first two years were the hardest
The food, the constant headaches
The fire alarm going off
With frustrating regularity
Nothing to do
Too stressed and depressed
To read or work out
Unable to hold a conversation
I hadn’t discovered
The consolations of drug uses
Or the pride of transforming
My physique into
The best shape of my life
Endless hours to kill
With nothing but TV
And the endless games of table tennis
Never enough sleep
But we are blessed
Those that persevere
Because things get easier
Improve with time
And every day
Is a little easier
But those first years were a horror
I wouldn’t wish on anyone
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