Today was a day to remember as I stood by watching you accept the gold
No one knows the work that it takes
The hours of training
The lack of a personal life
Missing friends and loved ones
The food that we drool for and know we can’t have
Our life is not our own when in training for the gold
We never rest enough for we’re always training
We are the dawn of the living dead
But as we stand on the field of glory
Raised above the rest
All the pain, anguish and fear is just another memory
For we’ve won the gold and that’s our story!
The Gold©
Copyright 1998, 2018
By Felina Silver Robinson
The Writings of Felina Silver Robinson 