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I’m no poet, and if I’m honest, poetry is something I very rarely enjoy reading. However, I find this short poem by Yeats truly inspirational and, just in case you haven’t heard it before, thought I would share it with you.
I met up with Darren for our usual squash session yesterday. I was flying up the scoreboard with a 4-2 lead and everything was going well until the seventh game when I had to run to the back wall and return a power shot from Darren. As I turned my left foot slipped underneath me and my entire body weight fell down on to the side of my right foot. A sharp pain instantly ran from my foot up my leg and through my back.
