Dear Abby

by Larry Chamberlin   Oct 9, 2011


And in the end
when the contest is done
it's not the accolades
nor the prizes awarded.

The victory is crossing
the finish line,
having run the race
leaving nothing to spare.

Your body is heaving
with the effort
knowing your team has
placed a personal best.

Abby, those who were
about to die
salute you.

Exeunt.

LMC

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  • 12 years ago

    by Half Husband Half father

    I love these types of poems sir 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Innocent Fairy

    The victory is crossing
    the finish line,
    having run the race
    leaving nothing to spare.

    This is a fav stanza from a fantastic poem :) 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by abracadabra

    Wow, Larry. I think I'm falling in love with you.

  • 12 years ago

    by nouriguess

    Bahahahahahahahahahaha.
    :D

  • 12 years ago

    by Meme

    What an amazing dedication, sweet :)

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