Up Where The Cheering Crowd Applauds

This time you say,
this time you’ll make the grade –
another day, another try.
And in the corner of your mind
the voice of gloom still cries;
there is no room for you up there!

Up there, up where the flags all fly,
up where the cheering crowd applauds
a winners power; you’ll never make
the grade with sweat and brawn, you
know it now, but how to make the
change – how to not deny?

The grade, the rank, the score that
governs you will fly beyond your reach
and where you seek within you’ll find
the winner’s line. You try to take a
comfort that begins from knowing
you will just compete from now.
© 13 April 2007, I.D. Carswell