Winner
the winners place in glory
standing on the dais
receiving your olive wreath
you participate in the game
repeating your mantra
mentally pushing yourself on
your opponents are skilled
hitting their stride long before you
practiced excellence
but you persevere
blinders to the completion
in your own zone
and in the end
there can only be one winner
one true champion
but you are only the loser
if you throw your hands up,
quit and walk away
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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