"Quit Give up! You're beaten!
They shout out and plead.
There's just too much against you, now,
this time you can't succeed."
And as I start to hang my head
in front of failure's face.
my downward fall is broken by
the memory of a race.
And hope refills my weakened will,
as I recall that scene.
For just the thought of that short race,
rejuvenates my being.
A children's race, young boys, yong 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.
And fathers watched from off the side,
each cheering for his son.
And each boy hoped to show his Dad,
that he would be the one.
"GET UP, AND WIN THE RACE ! "
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