The Runner

He fought for the gold
  gave it his very best shot.
      And though it glitters,
          it's not silver
            so he settled for what he got

Hours on end he would train
  each day in heat, cold or rain
         putting himself to the test.
           Hoping his day would come
                  that he'd be number one
                                 winning the gold,
                             proving he was the best.

The race had begun
   but others much faster than he
                    passed him one by one
                             he knew he needed
                                  to pick up his speed

With a grimace on face
   and deep pain in his side
     he would try for second place.
                      with additional pride
                            he quickened his stride
              and vowed he would finish the race.

But,'twas not meant to be
        he placed number three.
                 with a bronze medal placed
                                 upon his neck,he cried

And tho~it glittered
         it wasn't silver
               but at least he was pleased
    he had tried

 

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[CJ]

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