To compete one must train
Work keenly, happy again
Leading pack, finishing first
Winning standard was lust
Training pressure/pleasure
Each step adds to treasure
When one dons the wreath
Smiling, cannot hide 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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