To compete one must train
Work keenly, a happy gain
Leading pack, finishing first
Winning standard... the lust
Training pressure/pleasure
Each step adds to treasure
When one dons the wreath
The smile never hides teeth
Relax and absorb the view
Envy not, happily pursue...
Contest not, share all way
Peacefully smiling, we say!
Ewenart
© Ewen A Morrison
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