
No one comes first
Minutes traipse along,
As you stir your coffee,
Watching the South African veldt...
Thinking of years gone by,
Someone's tears wiped,
Someone's good times
celebrated as though your own,
A rainbow of a career,
Leading some,
teaching some,
Writing the story.
There is no prize for
four kilometres,
on skates,
But there is a prize ,
for someone,
patiently helped
with four sums....
Four dictation words...
Drawing a bunch of flowers,
So she can give you
Your real prize
in a bouquet...
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