He fought for the gold
gave it his very best shot.
And though it glitters,
it's not silver
so he settled for what he got
Hours on end he would train
each day in heat, cold or rain
putting himself to the test.
Hoping his day would come
that he'd be number one
winning the gold,
proving he was the best.
The race had begun
but others much faster than he
passed him one by one
he knew he needed
to pick up his speed
With a grimace on face
and deep pain in his side
he would try for second place.
with additional pride
he quickened his stride
and vowed he would finish the race.
But,'twas not meant to be
he placed number three.
with a bronze medal placed
upon his neck,he cried
And tho~it glittered
it wasn't silver
but at least he was pleased
he had tried