In our world there are three people
People of gold,
Silver,
Or bronze.
There's the ones who get to the top of the podium,
They bask in the glory of a winning race,
They're the ones who are remembered.
They breathe victory and don't recognize anything less.
People of gold are loathed and loved by people of bronze and silver.
People of silver are the ones who could've been more
If only the race were longer or their shoes more comfortable.
They're the ones too busy wishing for more to realize they could have less.
They're 2nd in line for glory,
They'll always be seen as second best.
People of bronze are the ones who either gave up or realized their bad luck made them slow,
Making it hard for them to even cross that finish line.
But I tell you
The bronze people who lost
On account of a bad day.
They're the winners
Because they're not afraid of utter defeat.
They're just happy to race this race
To just participate
Even if it wasn't all they dreamed.
