Hey! Slacker, Run for the cup
Fore’ you fade into the
frantic crowd
The world forgets the
runner-up
Glory only to the winner
proud
The track is warm but the
wind is cold
The race is short-so don’t be
cowed
Run for glory, run for the
Gold
Don’t you hear the clapping
aloud?
Race toward the finishing
rope
Like lightning from a
darkened cloud
With long strides of pride
and hope
Run for honor and believe you
could
Pull every muscle for the
final run
This is the day, a dream
avowed
Run, Run – you’re second to
none
There’s the podium and
victory shroud!
Powerful and unfortunately the first verse about second place being forgotten is very true. I make a point of remembering the effort of even runner-ups.
ReplyDeleteJulie, Its amazing that you remember the runner-ups too!
DeleteNice. Couldn't help but think of Lance Armstrong and how he did anything in his power to win. The runner up I have no idea who he was. And now we know Armstrong should not have won.
ReplyDeleteyes Myrna, he is a disgrace to sports.
DeleteWell written and the words are so very true!
ReplyDeletethanks beth
DeleteHello Ashok:) Beautiful poem. I had to think of Lance Amstrong too. He should be ashamed letting so many people down! And as Myrna refers: who was the runner-up?
ReplyDeleteThanks renate...
DeleteSometimes, I use running to avoid my problems. Sometimes, I run to reach my goals.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem, Ashok.
Thanks NK...keep running.you will reach there soon.
DeleteBeautiful poem and picture, i like it!
ReplyDeletethanks Art
Deleteexcellent yar..:)
ReplyDeletethanks RR
DeleteBeautiful poem, Askok!
ReplyDeletethanks HM
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ReplyDeleteGood luck, buddy on whatever you are aspiring for! Just make sure you enjoy your way to the ropes :)
Thanks D
DeleteI go to my cardiac rehab three times a week and am getting stronger every visit. I relate to this poem as I am inspired to move ahead in my efforts.
ReplyDeleteStay inspired granny..you are an inspiration to many
DeleteHighly inspiring poem. Reminds of a poem- Race by DH Groberg RACE in which a father motivates a son to run and finish the race when he slips and falls.
ReplyDeletethanks chitra
DeleteWonderful poem!
ReplyDeletethanks Ladyfi
DeleteI like theses lines specially very much because I do trek...
ReplyDeleteThe track is warm but the wind is cold
The race is short-so don’t be cowed
Run for glory, run for the Gold
Don’t you hear the clapping aloud?
thanks Vineeta
DeleteInspiring!
ReplyDeletethanks Jeevan
DeleteA lovely rhyme!
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