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FINISH LINE
Oliver Papay
Life is like the moon’s march in the night sky. The runner’s race, the skier’s slalom.
Sweat hits the ground, limbs burn and yet they fly To finish lines, fame they can’t fathom
Live like the moon when it flees out of shade From behind Earth to where sun is in sight Live with athletes’ grit because pain will fade. The greater it was, the brighter the light
Will be. So push with all might to the end,
Through ache in flesh or heart’s fearless rage
And both shall gain strength. Then foe shall be friend And flesh shall be muscle. Step off the stage
And look at the moon; it waxes and it wanes.
Such will be life. Its ever changing lanes