See Him

A poem I wrote for a friend once upon a time. It is not so applicable now, but I still like the writing.

See him ponder and how he'll toil,
through clouded skies and plain turmoil.
Swims from the fire, but always tuned,
set to dive back and heal the wound.
During blue skies, the grand heyday,
he'll aim for gold, and lead the way.
On the journey, affliction strikes,
bends the arrow, confused the likes.
People, they talk and they wonder,
will he rise up, maybe blunder?
See the outcome, the curtain call,
I'm sure he'll gleam and show us all.