The Race

       It was the day of the race

And she was able to keep her pace

But then her death came

And all she felt was shame

It was a dream of hers since a child

And it was really wild

She hoped to be the best

Better than the rest

After she left her love

It felt like a horrible shove

But when her day came

She got more fame

He helped her

And made it sure

To continue her dream

And make it clean

They both became known

And deserved a thorne

But when her death came

She still only felt shame

She was like a mother

To a bunch of others

And as reward

She got an award

A Necklace