It's incredible what I have seen,
For a fleeting moment they were great,
Yes there were rules,and time limits too,
But they had no one to help them along,
It struck me in the negative senses,
Because they were slower than some of the rest,
But to me they are all winners for running the race,
Yes I was there when the last riders limped in,
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ABOUT THIS POEM:
The above poem is a true story.
It showed how man is cold and mean,
For yesterday I witnessed the triathlon,
Now today it's over, the crowds have all gone.
Those men of iron that passed the finish gate,
Yes,everyone watched as they went by,
They cheered as the leaders swam, rode, and ran high.
Each event had a time set by which you had to pass through,
And most of them made it, except for a few,
And these few are the ones we should have cheered too.
No cheers, no excitement, to me this was wrong,
For I saw the transition from their ride to their run,
And as some runners finished, others had just begun.
For the first runners in were helped through the fences,
And those who were late were not helped at all,
But rather left all alone, to come to a stop, and fall.
Because they had tried, but were not the best,
Seemed cause enough to treat them as nought,
It became all in vain, this fight they had fought.
For it's their personal best that each had to face,
No, it does not matter who's first or who's last,
Nor does it matter who's slow or who's fast.
And I saw the faces of those who still had to win,
And I urged them on, and I cried for them too,
Alone by myself, no one else, where were you?
October 7th\90
It was the triathlon in Kona,Hawaii that year...
As soon as the time limit was up for this part of the event,
"ALL" the T.V. and camera crews in the world that were there,
packed up and left,to leave those that arrived to come into
that area with no one left to help their weary "bicycle legs" get of their bikes,
so they simply would stop and fall to the ground,
Welcome to the cruel reality of man, verses sports......
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