A Thousand Misses

An athlete won gold this year.

Pumped with laurel and pride

he gets on that stage.

Crying a river, 

when he bows his head to don that medal,

Just know, the tears fall less

As opposed to the ocean of sweat

Poured Day in, day out,

Until the gain outshines the pain.

The gold medalist that you see though

Is a three-time loser,

The scar on his left leg

Once disqualified him out of the game

The operation he went for

Had the risk of him never getting to play again.

He took a shot anyway,

The determination didn't calculate the cons.

He tried and tried, keeping his headstrong

Until the arrow met the bull's eye

He held on to the game, dead on.

Those shots missed a thousand times,

Can hold you back from your next attempt.

Do it.

Keep stretching back 

until there is no more to retract

Cause the arrow needs to detest

To rebel into a perfect shot.

Until then,

Pull out the next arrow,

It's not over yet!