No Incentive
I go down to be the first in a race I could not win
No inducement.
To run for the fun of running is where others find
Enticement.
To have no prize to spur the effort, for encouragement
No reason.
To break my back and strain my heart to find winning
Out of season.
But to sit and watch, as the slow run withers all fiber of
My compassion.
Pity shrivels my heart and does not reverb, for it is
Off fashion.
And still I must run.
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