A poem inspired by the 2010 Winter Olympics happening in Vancouver right now and on for two weeks. May each of us strive for our personal best in all we do and all we are!
Olympic Spirit
I don't understand this world of competition.
Why do we have to divide the world
into winners and losers?
What's the point of counting down
the milliseconds between competitors
just so we can hand out medals
that will soon fade from memory?
I'd rather create a world
where each person knows they're loved.
No one would be without
food, shelter and friendship,
because we would genuinely
treat each others as members
of the same family,
the beautiful human race.
Then each moment could be an award
and the Olympic spirit can thrive
more than just once every two years.
We can all strive to be the best
and know even before we begin
that each of us are winners,
with medals of love, courage and imagination
opening us to a world of
endless possibilities.
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