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My Do

(Antisensei Version)

 

 

 

And now, the end is near;

And so I face my final grading.

Sensei, I'll say it clear,

I've paid my fee for darker shading.

 

I've trained less than I should.

I've dodged the heat and took a deep bow;
But more, much more than this,
I did it my Do.

 

KiAis, I've made a few; 

But then again, too few to mention.
I shirked what I had to do 

And bungled through without exemption.

 

I loitered at each training course;

Each higher step led to my next low,

But more, much more than this,
I did it my Do.

 

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I cadged more than I could chew.

But through it all, when there was doubt,
I covered up and fooled the crowd.
I sweet-talked all and had to stall;             

And did it my Do.

 

I've bragged, I've bribed and lied.

I scratched my nose; my share of bruising.
And now, as fists collide,

I find it all so abusing.

 

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not with a kept vow,

"No, oh no not me,
I did it my Do".

 

For what is a quack, what has he got?
If no loud mouth, then he has naught.

To say the things that most appeal;

And never cares to whom to kneel.
The record shows I did brown-nose
And did it my Do!

 

 

 

© 2005 TDI

My Do

(Sensei Version)

 

 

 

And now, no end is near;

And so I face a further grading.

Sensei, I'll say it clear,

I've trained a lot for darker shading.

 

I've strained until I dropped,  

I've chased the heat and loved a tough go;

But more, much more than this,
I did it my Do.


Knock outs, I've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I dared what I had to do 

And pulled it through without exemption. 

 

I stood each training course;

Each higher step triggered me to grow, 

But more, much more than this,
I did it my Do.

 

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I waged more than I could chew.

But through it all, when there was doubt,
I carried on and played all-out.
I faced it all - back to the wall;
And did it my Do.

 

I've kicked, I've punched and cried.

I broke my nose; my share of bruising.
And now, as fists collide,
I find it all so amusing.

 

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not with a foul show,

"No, oh no not me,
I did it my Do".

 

For what is a champ, what has he got?
If no clear mind, then he has naught. 

To seek the things that most reveal;

And never courting for appeal.

The record shows I fought my lows -
And did it my Do!

 

 

 

© 2005 TDI

 

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