The Games

There were times when I thought of a medal,
Silver, gold, or bronze since I was in the cradle,
It was a burning wish I had and always carried,
Deep inside me it was launched and buried,
I never wanted a medal in the regular games,
For that, one has to be disciplined to make claims,
I knew I was destined for the other games,
If my name was to be up there in flames,
Unfortunately, I never got to be on the team,
And thus never accomplished my childhood dream,
One does not qualify to the Special Olympics,
Having painful hemorrhoids or chopped dry lips,

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