NARROW MARGIN

By a narrow margin, I lost Too many times in countless plays For many times, I was like ghost Falling short from the light of days I dared the mountain top but fell Just before I could raise my flag The storms I dared, I could not tell To pitfalls and graveyards I dug I lost some games by point or half And felt bad that I fell so short My thoughts had none but muffled laugh And crazy feelings of such sort But God, I was a second best I lost the crown by thin red line Maybe someday, I'll make the rest Though, falling this short can be fine This or that poetry contest 4th place