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My Grandad’s old school held an exhibition in remembrance week, focusing on all the old pupils who had fought in the armed conflicts of our country. I...
"REMEMBER LAST NIGHT." A short story.
November 11, 2014
The Olympics where we can strive to be Gods,
children dream of the podium what are the odds.
Arise from your bed in the dawn a.m.
what if you lose, say it again.
What if you can’t come first,
no matter how you try, no matter your thirst.
Do you slink back to your bed,
put the dream out of your head.
What if even though not number one,
you train your brain and body to all it can become.
If you do this, yet don’t get the gold, do you lose.
Why not, just not bother, you choose.
Do you listen to the odium of hacks like Morgan,
the self serving no nothing reptilian gorgons.
Spouting their rubbish only being first counts,
or do you never stop trying their bile you discount.
Because all it comes down to is this.
Trying and failing and trying again is bliss.
Get in that pool, on that track or mat,
be the best you can be no going back.
If you don’t come first what does that mean,
you have your honed body your true self esteem
Do you lose, does society,
a young person just trying to be.
No, everyone gains because you tried,
didn’t give up, never cried.
So if you’re an athlete, a soldier anyone,
add up the sum of who you’ve become.
It takes balls just to stand on the line,
climb the stairs yourself you define.
But what if you get a Bronze medal not a gold,
all that effort, have you been undersold.
Does that make you a loser, a failure,
no way because you’re a player.
You stepped up to the mark, ignored the scoffs,
even when your legs were blown off.
You got in that chair to compete,
your body done in, no more complete.
You tried and keep trying.
Third is nowhere, they’re lying.
Getting on the plane to a foreign land,
dreaming of friendship, not bombs when you land.
You’ve won, just at that moment you’re the winner,
not like the hack drooling into his dinner.
Spouting his bile and his jealousy,
he’s gone beyond mere insecurity.
He’s the gorgon, wants to turn your hopes to stone,
resting on his bloated body a tablet and phone.
How you defeat the gorgons, don’t look,
ignore their ugliness write your own book.
Get up, get out, truly take part,
look in the mirror see your own art.
The Gorgon can’t look in the mirror, on his phone,
doesn’t like what he sees, turns himself to stone.
Because there’s nothing there, nothing to see,
just hate for those in the game, for you and for me.
Remember whatever the Gorgon says is a lie,
taking part is everything, make that your war cry.
Be the best you can be, ignore hacker the turd,
celebrate everything, especially third.
Taking part you learn what not to be afraid of,
and the things you’re really made of.
You learn the amazing feeling,
of knowing there is no ceiling.
You dared to walk into the arena,
not sit and judge, merely a screamer.
You dared to try, your tale it begins,
never forget, he who takes part wins.