Winning the Soup

I recently won a contest But I came in, number nine I thought I poured my heart out With words that were refined An even mellow rhythm With a clever twist of rhyme But, I guest it wasn't good enough At least not at this time For now I'll strive and struggle Between righteousness and sin To proof read everything I wrote Then re-write it once again I'll ponder every sentence From beginning to its end Then perhaps, just perhaps I could even, place at Ten