The light shone bright across his face
Spotlighting the winner of the race
Raucous applaud echoed far and wide
Everyone wanted to be by his side
Along he went with the flow
Only time refused to slow
An envy of a thousand foes
Now beset with countless woes
Soldiering on through the day and night
With not an empathic soul in sight
The loneliness felt like a winner’s shine
But all that could be heard was a loser’s whine
A reflection or a foreboding?
photo credit: The path – Dublin, Ireland – Black and white street photography via photopin (license)
