Until Then---Nothing Lost
A four year medallion
A lifetime of pain
The hours put in
Always fighting the strain
One hundredth of a second
Your dream crashes down
The spoils eluded
Someone else with the crown
No pictures or news clips
Today come your way
The prize to another
The trophy at bay
With pity now over
It’s time to begin
The reward in the training
New words to your hymn
So head back to the track
Or your pool or the court
The bar a bit higher
Your coach to retort:
“It’s all up to you
As you reweigh the cost
Never quitting—the magic
Until then nothing lost”
(Watching The Winter Olympics: February, 2014)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2017
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