The Race
"Quit, give up, you're beaten" They shout at you and plead "There's just too much against you This time you can't succeed". And as I start to hang my head In front of failures face My downward fall is broken by The memory of a race And hope refills my weakened will As I recall that scene Or just the thought of that short race Rejuvenates my being Childrens race, young boys Young men, how I remember well Excitement sure, but also fear It wasn't hard to tell They all lined up so full of hope Each thought to win that race Or tie for first, or if not that At least take second place The fathers watched from off the side Each cheering for his son And each boy hoped to show his dad That he could be the one The whistle blew and off they went Young hearts and hopes afire To win and be the hero there Was each young boys desire And one boy in particular Whose dad was in the crowd Was running near the lead and thought "My dad will be so proud" But as they speeded down the field Across a shallow dip The little boy who thought to win Lost his step and slipped Trying hard to catch himself With hands flew out to brace And amid the laughter of the crowd He fell flat on his face But as he fell his dad stood up And showed his anxious face Which to the boy so clearly said "Get up and win the race" He quickly rose, no damage done Behind a bit that's all And ran with all his night and mind To make up for the fall So anxious to restore himself To catch up and to win His mind went faster than his legs He slipped and fell again He wised then that he had quit before With only one disgrace "I'm hopeless as a runner now I shouldn't try to race" But in the laughing crowd he searched And found his fathers face That steady look which said again "Get up and win the race" So up he jumped to try again Ten yards behind the last If I'm going to gain those yards he though I've got to move real fast Exerting everything he had He regained eight or ten But trying hard to catch the lead He slipped and fell again Defeat, he lay there silently A tear dropped from his eye There's no sense running anymore Three strikes, I'm out, why try? The will to rise had disappeared All hope had fled away So far behind so error prone A loser all the way "I've lost, so what", he thought I'll live with my disgrace But then he thought about his dad Whom soon he'd have to face "Get up" the echo sounded low "Get up" and take your place You were not meant for failure here "Get up", and win the race With borrowed will "Get up" it said "You haven't lost at all" For winning is no more than this To rise each time you fall So up he rose to run once more And with a new commit He resolved, that win or lose At least he shouldn't quit So far behind the others now The most he'd ever been Still he'd give it all he had And run as though to win Three times he'd fallen, stumbling Three times he'd rose again Too far behind to hope to win He still ran to the end They cheered the winning runner As he crossed the line first place Head high and proud and happy No falling, no disgrace But when the fallen youngster Crossed the line, last place The crowd gave him the greater cheer For finishing the race And even though he came in last With head bent low, unproud You would have thought he'd won the race To listen to the crowd And to his dad he sadly said "I didn't do too well" "To me you won", his father said "You rose each time you fell"
written by
Brandon Tran
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