The Race Poem by George Samuel
The Race
fast and full
Racing is for horses and not for bulls
Fed to a fault, to run
It is sacrifice and not fun
And requires a dear price
Often afforded by the wise
Men eyes in pleasure stare
But the glory is for stars
Their verdict is crystal clear
To honour such that are due
And such that have a clue
It starts from earth and end on high
And every step is a grievous sigh
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