He wasn’t carried from the ring
Upon shoulders of adulation and adoration.
He wasn’t paraded before the populace
As ‘Local Boy Made Good’.
He was neither victor nor vanquished:
He simply went the distance for you.
It's not the winning that counts, it's the taking part. Nice one. Sincerely Ernestine Northover
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very good poem - brilliant.