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The Starters pistol fired into the air,
And we started down the track.
I set a pace much too fast,
And soon I led the pack.
It was unusual to say the least,
The backs of runners not to see.
But I knew why they were not there,
The one out in front was me!
At one eighth mile I was still in front,
But the others were up to the chase.
At the third turn, I was still in front,
Though most were keeping pace.
The half way point came and went,
And still I had the lead;
But the pack was closing in,
And I knew help I soon would need.
As the runners began to pass me,
I could tell my pace began to slow,
But I was not discouraged,
And why you soon will know.
I was not our best half-miler,
My cousin Mike held that post,
In fact he was pretty fast,
Thought he did not like to boast.
Very soon Mike passed me,
Now running at my starting pace.
He ran right past the others,
And soon he won the race.
The coach was pleased with me,
Because what I had done,
Was make the other racers,
A fast-paced race to run.
But Mike had not been seduced
Into running much to fast.
He kept his pace as usual,
So his endurance it would last.
He won the race easily,
Because the rest of us were spent.
Because I'd made the sacrifice,
To the winners circle my cousin went.
There's a lesson here for all of us,
We may not win a medal for our chest,
But we'll always be victorious,
When we strive to do our best.
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