Sir Usain Bolt

Is your gold worth more than mine
When thrones of podiums are set

Will your glory be more of sparkle bright
And have the heavens open up with stars

Are you of Herculean or Xena's, half god made
To have the gods cheer on your side

I know the queen in your land
Would honour you with a title, and make you god

Sir you are these days, as Sir these days
As sir to be acknowledged when mentioned in name


So as sir, is your gold worth more than mine
If the weights are all the same on scale


Though I must acknowledge, in sincerity
A title sounds nice, but Sir Bolt sounds strange


And yet for all the Queens men and women
That stood on Olympic podiums you will be the only god