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Listen, now, all who came to compete.
The torch is extinguished; the games are complete.
Your peers continue to celebrate
While you collapse under an emotional weight.
If you weep because you didn’t medal,
You don’t need to step off the eternal gas pedal.
Olympics come, and Olympics go,
With summer heat and winter snow.
The chance to earn gold, silver and bronze may be gone.
But, the flame of the sport burns ever strong.
Your time in the spotlight is at a rest.
But, don’t douse the fire still within your chest.
What lasts longer than a momentary prize
Is the image of sportsmanship left in our eyes.
Who came first, second or third might matter today.
Who we call our friend or inspiration should never go away.
The Olympics are just a small example
Of what we all wish to more than sample.
Those who choose war do not share the spirit.
If you happen to agree, let me hear it.
Television attempts to paint you as stars.
Deep down, only you know who or what you truly are.
So, cry your tears, today, and rest for tomorrow.
Time rolls on, and no one can truly live in sorrow.
As your life remains, so must your flame.
You came to play, and life is still all our game.
Game on.
~Writingbolt, Feb. 20, 2022
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