Those who've won gold, really do know,
That they were the lucky one from a hundred or so.
Those who never even competed have no idea,
They think that being the single first is the only career.
The difference between bronze, silver or gold is the fraction of a second
But to get there at all is hardly ever reckoned.
To believe there is only one is quite a jest,
To throw away all the others is stupidity at best.
To be number one is for some the ultimate ambition
But to believe you will stay there, is the final perdition.
So for the ultraambitious, there's one more question,
'So you've won the gold, and what then? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another good one. Keep writing more.