Athletes running, jumping; breaking every record in the book.

But I can’t bear to look.

Outstanding achievements; history rewritten every day.

I have to turn away.

Perfect human bodies; stretching, straining, flexing expertly.

It’s all too much for me.

He was something like them; driven to the limit by a dream.

He never made the team.

It would’ve made him happy; to be there and compete, and maybe win.

I can’t forget his grin.

He wanted it so badly; he worked so very hard over the years.

It’s hard to stop the tears.

So young and strong and healthy; a talent so exceptional and rare.

Of course, it isn’t fair.

At last the games are over; I watch the flame go out with huge relief.

And struggle on with grief.
 
 

(1996)