Rivals Poem by Ragy Sandid

I'm sorry I happen
To be your rival
I didn't mean to be born after you
And stomp your survival

I'm sorry I happen
To be younger than you
Some people get older
And I do too

I'm sorry to be better
At what I finish
My mind is wired into it
I'm sorry yours is a wish

I'm sorry that I can't
follow supersuit's whim
I was paid to do this
But my dream you can't dim.

I'm sorry I'm not as rich
As you are now
I hear your sympathy
I don't' need your vow

I'm sorry to finish
The race so quickly
I though you were my friends
Incidentally

I've seen others
Even the score
One day, rivals
Tonight, no more.