If there is a greatest,
Then there is always a second-best.
The almost-haders
Barely-missers
Dumped-for-someone-better-looking-ers
Couldn’t-hack-it-ers
Just-gave-up-trying-ers.
Yes,
They’re always there for you
to forget.
In order to have winners,
There has to be losers.
It’s common fact.
Yet it’s a fact that no one
remembers,
Because no one remembers
The horse that lost to Seabiscuit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thats some real real truths