A Final Poem of Thought
This experience won’t win me a Pulitzer.
Won’t not get me an Academy Award, Grammy, or an Emmy.
It has the opportunity to allow me to published a poem,
my prize winning certificate without trophy.
My name in print, a possible push-cart nominee.
I got myself on paper, a person among others
to share space in an Anthology.
That’s pretty cool if you’re think like this,
something fun and unique.
Together we cross the marathon tape with no medals,
the finish line is here.
We’ll participate and write again
this time next year.