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Date Posted: 14/10/04 17:26
Author: Dancer
Subject: hey everyone! i found this poem on another chat room- I think this says it all!

High above her, and high above she,
I know that the world is looking at me.

I’ve proven I’m her, the one you should watch.
Oh it took quite a while, but I’ve moved up a notch.

I defeated the odds; I proved the doubting they’re wrong.
And now I’m the one with the happiest song.

I’ve won the top place and I’m feeling the high,
Of the best spot to stand, while I smile and cry.

I look down at her, and I look down at she,
And a smile is nowhere, certainly not for me.

But that is ok, I don’t mind, I’m not mad.
I know while I stand here they cannot be glad.

For I dashed their one wish, that one dream, their great hope.
To be top of the game, while the other girls mope.

But I took it! I won that famed place on the box.
Where the winners all stand with the gait of a fox.

With beauty, with grace with the stunning of class,
Not one is as lovely while wearing this sash.

As I step down from high, my mind buzzes with joy.
Right now not even I can pretend to be coy.

I’m the best! I’m the best! I’m the true number one!
And right now I’m just thinking how it’s all so much fun.

All that sweat, all that pain, all those dues that I’ve paid.
Have finally cashed, and my day has been made.

But what about next time, when it all starts again?
Will I still be the girl with the happiest grin?

As everyone knows each day is a new,
And you may not be it! This is sad- but it’s true.

And I learned this too well, for I lost that top spot.
I didn’t maintain that one place that I sought.

I found myself standing just slightly beneath,
And feeling the sting as I gritted my teeth.

Another girl won. It was she, and not I.
And she showed off such triumph, such honor and pride.

I fought back a tear of frustration and pain,
For I missed the attention she now would attain.

I stood feeling small, with my face growing hot,
But I told myself firmly, a sore loser you’re not!

So I took a deep breath and I calmed myself down.
I would not be that girl on stage with a frown.

I forced out a smile, a hard task yes indeed.
And I kissed that girl’s cheek, the one in the lead.

It felt sort of nice, to acknowledge her win.
And she thanked me with grace, as if she was kin.

I wasn’t that girl, who would mope and be glum.
For then I’d be the one they’d all certainly shun.

For if I should find myself up there again,
They’d remember me now, and the state I was in.

I held a prize in my hand and for this I was glad.
Although I couldn’t help feeling just a little bit sad.

For I’d tasted that glory- the honor, and fame,
And now it was hers and I felt somewhat shamed.

Everyone stared and wished they were her,
When I had been that girl only moments before.

But I cast this aside, this sad bout of self-pity,
For I know for that right now she is queen of this city.

And why shouldn’t she be? She’s worked hard and it shows.
And she’s tasted a glory only some of us know.

I’m lucky to have this perspective I guess,
For many dancers always must settle for less.

I know what it’s like, to stand way up top.
And the feeling is great; it certainly rocks!

And if I’m never again to achieve that great high,
I will smile and think with a reminiscent sigh.

About the feeling of winning the number one place,
And the grin that I couldn’t wipe off of my face.

But I know that the thing that will be remembered most,
Is the kiss that I gave to the girl with the most.

When I was not best, not the top of the pack,
The audience knows that I acted with tact.

And this is the reward I will carry life long.
That to be a good sport is the prettiest song.

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