Comp.

Comp.

A Poem by AmeliaGerhardt

Where is the line drawn
between helping others 
and helping yourself?

Is this world not built to 
survive off of the competition
sewn into our DNA?

If life is created to serve as 
more than a race in which we
are all attempting to finish on top,
why have we not called a truce?

Tell me, neighbors.
Who
is the competition, 
anyway?

It is time a new challenge 
be set into motion.
A challenge in which man
unites with one another
to create a future where everyone can 
win.

Do you not wish to see
each and every one of your
children with a gold medal
around their necks?

Perhaps it is naïve to believe
that everyone in this world is 
so willing to share their titles
with one another.
But is it not also naïve to imagine
a winner's circle where one is not lonely?

If you do not share the joys of triumph,
the path to victory may also be
a path of utter destruction.

© 2018 AmeliaGerhardt


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AmeliaGerhardt
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