The Medal
The Medal
I dislike bragging
Once I won a bronze medal
For running
Sixty meters
I wore the medal
Every day
Even when going to bed
Put it under my pillow
One day it wasn’t there
I think my brother
Took it.
It was found
Behind the bookshelf
Yes, we only had one
10 years later.
By then I had become blazê
Gold was the goal
I never got won anything
Since my day
Of copper coloured brilliance.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2021
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