Poetry competition in the school
Shall I win, lose, will it be a tie?
Excited budding poets like me
Waiting eagerly for the time
Hoping to prove our worth,
Wishing to shine!
But alas! A prefect duty cropped up
And I routinely had to rush off
By the time I could return
Contest was over- all was lost.
I went home teary – eyed and sad
I felt like my dreams had just shattered
But dear Mother showed me what truly mattered.
She told me that competitions
Would keep coming and going
But what was within me is what
I should have been showing
What matters in a person
Is never the given contest prize
But what she does to deserve it
And how much for it she tries.
So my spirits lifted and I wrote a poem
Not for a competition but for consolation of mine
Looking back at my memory
Its when my realisation did shine.
At the end of the day
To never give up I learned
It wasnt a prize as a trophy
But as a learning I earned.
I hope you find this poem helpful :)