For each swift step along the Rio track, a full training day away from home and family.
So many miles on the clock, if he were a car you’d have to scrap him.
But work, work, work means Mo owns the starting line and the finishing, too.
Though low key on TV, his interview persona masks a desperate man.
Desperate to win, is desperation still. Now another medal’s near promised
To his youngest, Farah’s just another father with something yet to prove.
When victory comes, biting on gold as if Olympic medals are the chocolate coins
Other kids must be content with. And the door of his Home Counties home
Chiming ‘Westminster’ in a silly suburban echo of Big Ben.
Out of everyday particulars, close to banality (even if it’s rude to say so),
This way comes the sublime, attacking line that is Mo Farah on the move,
Defeating all contenders and condemning these words to doggerel by comparison.