The Winning Game
From the town`s park and up to our houses was a steep hill
we ran up Ole-Jan and I and I lost, and hated it blamed
his long legs. When went to feed the birds in the park we ran
too and I lost except once when I ran into a car that
had luckily stopped, he had seen the car I had not, but after
tears and nose bleed I insisted the race was mine.
He always won, when playing Monopoly he had all the hotels
and I ended up with a side street no one had heard of.
In later years I reflected on winning and losing and based
by my experience it was better to be no3, you get a medal
for that too and no one makes a fuzz.
I won a bronze medal for running 60meters showed it to
my mother who pointed out that Ole- Jan had won gold,
Life is like this whatever you do there is one who does it better
August 14th 2020, 6:22 am by TerishD
Subject: the winning game 
