{"id":3329,"date":"2014-08-23T21:23:51","date_gmt":"2014-08-24T01:23:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=3329"},"modified":"2014-08-23T21:23:51","modified_gmt":"2014-08-24T01:23:51","slug":"tobago-great-race-8pm","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/tobago-great-race-8pm\/","title":{"rendered":"Tobago Great Race…8pm"},"content":{"rendered":"

I forgot!<\/p>\n

I forgot that today was Great Race!<\/p>\n

And I couldn’t find even one place…<\/p>\n

to sit and be quiet…<\/p>\n

as I try to finish\u00a0this\u00a0<\/em>race.<\/p>\n

People everywhere, every where.<\/p>\n

Every colour,<\/p>\n

Every creed,<\/p>\n

Every Race.<\/p>\n

But how many of those faces were there to take part in this great race?<\/p>\n

Or were they sitting on the sidelines,<\/p>\n

Practicing,<\/p>\n

more likely they were there just spectating.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But life is not a spectator sport.<\/p>\n

It would be safer if it were.<\/p>\n

Then we would never get hurt.<\/p>\n

We would never feel pain.<\/p>\n

We would never fail.<\/p>\n

We would probably even be content to watch and see others win<\/p>\n

in this great race.<\/p>\n

We would never cry.<\/p>\n

(though eventually we would die).<\/p>\n

We would never have to wonder,<\/p>\n

Why?\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But if we were just spectators,<\/p>\n

never partakers,<\/p>\n

We would never feel victory.<\/p>\n

We would never fall in love.<\/p>\n

We would never dance.<\/p>\n

We would never know tears of joy.<\/p>\n

We would never sacrifice.<\/p>\n

We would never know how it feels to get up and keep on trying.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

We can’t sit on the sidelines.<\/p>\n

Not Today.<\/p>\n

Today we need to get out and finish this race.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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