The elusive brass ring
that I swore I’d not chase.
I see it up close now.
I’ve come face to face.
It sears as I grab it
and I’d hoped that it would.
The pain makes me smile.
The suffering feels good.
I take off my shoes now.
Let the Race pass me by.
I stay and am one with
my hope -Magic Eyes.
Artist Credit: Fred Smith, Historic Smith House; Phillips, Wisconsin
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Brilliant poem. Was it inspired by this sculpture? Excellent stuff. š
Hi — what a nice compliment at the start of my day. Thank you. The sculpture’s beauty stands alone. I could never add to it. But it did inspire where I chose to capitalize. Thank you again, Lisa
You’re welcome š