Hey pals, I saw this poem while reading through articles and felt like sharing, it is vastly on discouraging us from giving up when times seems turbulent........
THE
RACE
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Defeat! He lay there silently, a
tear dropped from his eyes
“There’s no sense running anymore- three strikes,
I’m out-why try?”
The will to rise had disappeared, all hope had fled away.
So far behind, so error prone, closer all the way.
“I’ve lost, so what’s the use,” he thought,
“I’ll live with my disgrace.”
But then he thought about his dad who
soon he’d have to face.
“Get up,” an echo sounded low,
“Get up and take your place.
You were not meant for failure here,
so get up and win the race.”
With borrowed will, “Get up,” it said
“You haven’t lost at all,
For winning is not more than this -
to rise each time you fall.”
So up he rose to win once more, and with a new commit,
He resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been,
Still he gave it all he had and ran as though to win.
Three times he’d fallen stumbling,
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.
“There’s no sense running anymore- three strikes,
I’m out-why try?”
The will to rise had disappeared, all hope had fled away.
So far behind, so error prone, closer all the way.
“I’ve lost, so what’s the use,” he thought,
“I’ll live with my disgrace.”
But then he thought about his dad who
soon he’d have to face.
“Get up,” an echo sounded low,
“Get up and take your place.
You were not meant for failure here,
so get up and win the race.”
With borrowed will, “Get up,” it said
“You haven’t lost at all,
For winning is not more than this -
to rise each time you fall.”
So up he rose to win once more, and with a new commit,
He resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been,
Still he gave it all he had and ran as though to win.
Three times he’d fallen stumbling,
Too far behind to hope to win, he still ran to the end.
They cheered the winning runner
as he crossed,
first place,
Head high and proud and happy, no falling, no disgrace.
But when the fallen youngster crossed the line, last place,
The crowd gave him the greater cheer for
finishing the race.
And even though he came in last,
with head bowed low, unproud;
You would have thought he won the race,
to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
“To me you won,” his father said.
“You rose each time you fell.”
first place,
Head high and proud and happy, no falling, no disgrace.
But when the fallen youngster crossed the line, last place,
The crowd gave him the greater cheer for
finishing the race.
And even though he came in last,
with head bowed low, unproud;
You would have thought he won the race,
to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
“To me you won,” his father said.
“You rose each time you fell.”
And now when things seem dark and
hard
and difficult to face,
The memory of that little boy helps me in the race.
For all of his life is like that race,
with us and downs and all,
And all you have to do to win- is rise each time you fall.
“Quit! Give up, you’re beaten,” they still shout in my face.
But another voice within me says,
“Get up and win the race.”
and difficult to face,
The memory of that little boy helps me in the race.
For all of his life is like that race,
with us and downs and all,
And all you have to do to win- is rise each time you fall.
“Quit! Give up, you’re beaten,” they still shout in my face.
But another voice within me says,
“Get up and win the race.”
