THE GOLD MEDAL

by

(For Dan Jansen)

Against the boldest blades of luck he sped,

Given to breach the ice against all odds --

Oh yes! In all those races, though he led,

Luck took away the consent of the Gods.

Disaster always seemed to strike! So he

Determined number eight would be his last;

Astonished, luck grew careless -- luckily,

Neglecting to be tough as he blew past!

Just let us praise that man! His noble heart,

Although hard-pressed by vagaries of fate,

Negating every stroke that marred its start,

Sundered all barriers to the entry gate!

Exclusions seemed to have him in their hold.

Nevertheless, he broke, and won the Gold!

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by: Travis Ray Cole
from: Chicago, IL, US

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