Why couldn’t I finish the race first,
Was the question like an unquenchable thirst.
If only, was I luckier to have more speed,
All my hard work couldn’t satiate my greed.
No matter how much I tried, my arms to swing,
The first spot was what I couldn’t bring.
Being the second irritated the most,
For the golden medal boy did always boast.
Again, why, I thought am unlucky so,
My body ached from the head to my toe.
And as we three guys climbed up, for our medals to get,
Only then with the third guy, my eyes finally met.
The look on his face was more ghastly than mine,
It almost sent a chill up my spine.
He looked at me with the eyes I did recognize,
As I looked at the gold medal I so much did prize.
The third envied the second as the latter did the golden boy,
Then it did dawn upon me a little joy.
I was fortunate enough to where I was standing, I thought,
For the person standing on the number three was more distraught.
Thank you, my dear Lady Luck, I said it in my heart,
That’s some fortune, with silver, I’ll gladly depart.
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