but why? who on earth
doesn't face this finish line?
who doesn't dream of passing
through some winner's circle
and on to a wreath and a heavenly reward?
our own acts determine whether
we take the trophy
to be buried with it in honor
or wind up in tatters outside the track
and who doesn't coat that last hard reality
with fear and regret?
live while you can--
and to hell with the race...
content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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