THE FINISH LINE

In a race Jack & Joe were face to face,

Both of them geared up to go

Be the Numero Uno as they had vowed.

Then came the gun fire sound,

they started to bullet round and round.

In the last lap a runner panting fell in pain,

Joe stopped to help, his months of practice went in vain.

Jack came first, he had his way;

Joe just stood enjoying now seemingly a pleasant day.

Later Jack said to Joe — you finished late,

but never dare you cry on your fate.

Look at me I have won the race,

Yet all applaud you and defeats’ smeared on my face.

To this smilingly Joe replied — Life is not always winning my friend,

It is also at times losing to a friend.

It is not always giving and taking,

But also sometimes warmth and sharing.

Winning might be emerald or gold,

But defeats like these are satisfying, memorable and bold.

As they said winning is not always touching the rope,

sometimes its about helping others and giving a spark of hope.