To an Athlete Living
Prosperous
By: Nicole Busch
That time you won your first trophy
We chanted your name through the whole course;
Family and friends stood, cameras in hand,
And at home we celebrated with cake and soda.
Today, the competitors gather round,
Sit at tables and chairs,
Recognizing your big accomplishment,
You catwalk across the runway, shoulders high.
A smart little lad comes up and takes your hand,
Bows down and gives it a peck,
You smile and he soon becomes shy,
For he withers down quick like a worn out rose.
The echo of applause starts
to fade,
As you lay down, bed all made,
Your day filled with festivity,
You close your eyes and drift away.
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