What happens to gold medals when their beholders die

Every next generation sets its eyes

I ran a race this morning, just a local 5k

I saw my contender at the start line – she led the whole way

I couldn’t catch her

It was one of those games where everyone gets a trophy

I was hopefully good enough, I wanted people to notice me

Finished at the top of my age group though it was tough

My husband said 1^st place would still leave me dissatisfied

Will anyone even look at the results

How I tried!

I’m looking at my medal hanging on the hook

Do Olympians feel this way

I guess someone has to lose

Bronze and silver we’d never choose

I pile up medals in my garage

Running races whenever I can

For my ego they act as a massage

My husband said when we die someone has to throw all our medals away

What a shame

I was hoping someone would remember my achievements and my name

My glory days

I wonder how long me and my contender can duel it out

Till time steps in and the seconds and minutes amount

How long till the spectators quiet and the cowbell no longer rings

When will the clock and the confetti freeze

What will you do with your medals in the end

When the bling no longer shines

Will they be worth all the energy and affection spent

When your accomplishments get left behind

I want to run forever, to heaven’s gates

To run to where heaven and earth blend

The right race

I want to get an imperishable crown in the end