An athlete spends many years,
And many hours daily
In preparation for a chance
To compete in trials
Hoping to be good enough
To gain a spot in their particular sport;
To make the national Olympic team.
What joy it brings to receive that call,
You are in; you have made it for the Olympics!
What euphoria; what excitement–but wait
This means the hours and hours of unrewarded
Pain and struggle will now continue,
For the major goal is still ahead–winning
An Olympic medal, preferably gold.
Now it's on to the Olympics!
This is the reason for all the hours of work.
Your event is soon before you
You nervously wonder, Will I be ready? Will I win a medal?
The race is on, you push until your legs and arms burn
Will you be first, last or somewhere in between?
You finish; you flop down and let the tears flow
All that pent up energy now is spent.
Your family and friends surround you;
They want you to feel their support.
Now the question remains,
Are the tears flowing because of tragedy and loss,
Or are the tears that of joyous euphoria?
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