Faster, faster – the cheers were loud
I lost sight of the surrounding crowd
My eyes were on the competition, running
furiously fast
His intense focus was on not being last
Step by step, he pulled ahead
Across the finish line, first he sped
I beat you, I’m faster, hooray, he cried
I had lost the race, yet it was a moment
of pride
I felt I had won the most coveted prize
When my DEFEAT shone as victory in my 5-year-old’s eyes!
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