L Milton Hankins Poet Quatrain

On Winning the Race

Don’t suppose the victory was yours alone
The laurels you wear proudly a solo affair,
For in you are the talents of your ancestors
Much teaching from others residing there

The encouragement of your loving peers
Urging applause you received along the way
Those who trained you and buoyed you up
Who set records you worked so hard to break

Be sure to thank them for support they gave
Who sponsored the events in which you excel
Remembering to see a victory as the culmination
Of all the times you didn’t do nearly so well. 

Written November 9, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger November 13, 2022 at 12:30 AM I wish I knew “the talents of my ancestors”. Thank you for this terrific idea L Milton Hankins November 13, 2022 at 8:11 AM I suspect many of them were very talented, creative people. You seem to have inherited that gene!

Terry Flood November 10, 2022 at 10:51 AM Very true. You know what they say… there’s no ‘I’ in ‘team’.