The Marathon Race
In the monstrous, glaring, beat-down rage of the blazing sun
I rested on my lawn chair and saw the slower racers
cross the finish line of the longest race in foot racing
They retched, threw up and fell to the ground
trying to grasp the elusive breath, holding on to their sides
truly a pitiful, heart wrenching sight
Except on the victory stand
which was set away from the finishing runners
on stage winners looked ready to run another 26-mile marathon
Their Adrenalin up, their smiling faces infecting all the racing enthusiasts
all runners experienced the hurt of exhaustion, pain, valor and spirit
not to be endured again until the next marathon
The next marathon, grueling, grinding and punishing
is pain felt more by the losers, that is, unless they win
then the pain won’t be as bad
But heroism and bravery and endurance of resolve will still be on display.
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