The Beautiful Finish

Men and women have fallen by

The road, through injury and wilful shame;

Greed itself had caught their eye,

And the rostrum’s peak their aim.

But there are those who are determined bent

To push through years of want and pain

Hours of grit and resolution spent

In honesty, to play the game.

And in the mix the bad did blend,

Tarnished, with the driven will to win.

To cost the earth, their souls they spent

Chasing riches and the adulation therein

The stadium’s full, their bodies diminished

Driving; flogging on a perished soul

It’s the end, the beautiful finish

The bronze, the silver, and the coveted gold.

But the day of judgement draweth near

As the race continues through their lives.

Where the scientific axe will bare

The final blow, and toll the cheater’s prize.

The End

Written by Everton Brome.©