One Chance
We were released in the dark, and we raced along the tunnel,
Left, and then right into the narrowing channel.
Charging, barging, and racing, as if there’s no tomorrow,
no time to rest, no time to look back, no time for sorrow.
Up to the front I’ve got to stay there and keep driving forward.
Damn! Overtaken! I must fight back; I’ve got to go onward.
Furiously we’re all racing first one leader and then another.
Hundreds behind, but who’s in front? Damn! My brother.
I’ve taken the lead, but someone’s trying to come past,
I need more speed and double fast.
There’s only one first, there’s nothing for second,
I must give it my all the finish beckons.
Only the fastest and strongest can enter the ultimate prize,
still further to go and many are falling by my side,
but the steadier paced are trying to catch up with me
and newer leases of life are trying relentlessly.
I’m pulling away; the gap has still got to be increased.
I’m there! I’m first! I’ve entered.., oh, what peace!
poem by Orlando Belo
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