Another poem. I really enjoy this one. It reflects exactly what I have been thinking..especially the part where it said everyday is the first day and the last day of my life.

Tri-mantra (to be hissed or groaned at any unfriendly hill)

In my world,

The water is cold,

The wind is hard,

And the road never ends.

In my world,

There are no losers.

Only competitors

still on their way,

And spectators

waiting to be inspired.

In my world,

Victory is not weighed in gold,

But in determination and courage.

In my world,

There are no boundaries,

No limits,

There is no end.

Every day is the last day of my life,

And the first.

In my world,

The word “can’t” does not exist,

And nothing is impossible.

By by Olivier Blanchard

Greenville, SC