Australia
When the Race is Over
- When the race is over and I limp in last
With the ridicule and sympathy to match;
And I've worked so hard to make myself go fast
But they're all too far ahead for me to catch:
Then at least I know I tried
And I have a sense of pride
Which I treasure deep inside. - When the dance is over and I'm left alone
With self pity and a practiced smile to match;
And I've tried so hard not to mope and moan
Although it hurts to stand around and watch:
Then at least I stayed in place
With some sense of poise and grace,
And only my poor face lost face. - When the term is over and I fail in class
With anxiety and hard luck tales to match;
And I've studied hard to earn a moderate pass
But, not knowing how, I hit a sticky patch:
Then at least I know I gave
All the strength of mind I have;
And I will be quietly brave.