There it was
the solution
eleven thousand of them
displaying
feeling
bleeding
a camaraderie
from pounding feet
all the way up
to hearts bursting with everything they could possibly burst with
suffering
struggling
smiling through the tears of
pain,
joy,
pride,
patriotism,
arm-in-arm
many of them
all with the same goal
to finish
the race
with honour.
If this can be done on one day
literally,
can we not all do it on
the three hundred and sixty-four other days
metaphorically?
(16 June 2008)
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