Second bestA Poem by EJB
The sound of the cheering, that's never for you
you feel so close, but your dreams don't come true shunted to second, that's all you'll ever be better get use to it, because that's how life's always been for me The sound of applause, the hands that clap the look on your face, the shocked slap you've tried so hard, but your effort is ignored after it's done your alone and sore The squeal of the winner, in your face you've lost all your hope, which can't be replaced shunted to second, that's all you'll ever be better get use to it, because that's how life's always been for me Never first, always second best © 2012 EJBReviews
|
StatsAuthor |