Second Place


Silver, always first loser to gold,
As it watches gold at the top,
Hoping one day to be up there,
With gold for once looking,
Up,
Not down,
His fate will always be,
Second place,
He knows he is better than bronze,
Looking down gives him some relief,
When thought of, is liked, but when compared to gold,
Is nothing,
Is encouraging to bronze,
Though knows bronze will never,
Top him,
Silver is a xylophone,
That makes graceful music,
Silver watches from the middle,
Looking at gold,
Silver, filled with jealousy,
Motivated to reach the top,
Silver, always first loser to gold.

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