Deborah Nell

Deborah Nell

Some victories
result in trophies
to put on a mantle
guarded behind glass
They say we won the race
when man to man we ran
pushed self to its edge
to cross a finish line
snap competition’s
gossamer tape

Most victories
go unapplauded
hard tasks done well
without any audience
overtime put in on the job
without any compensation
a sleepless night with
the child with a fever
unrewarded except
by exhaustion

Great victories
are but abstractions
No one can bring peace
to the world Only neighbor
to neighbor Friend to friend
Sister & brother to the family
Victories here are measured
only by the well`being
of the least among us
They our trophies

“Be ashamed to die until you have won
some victory for humanity.” ~ Horace Mann


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to Victories

  1. ~meredith says:

    deeply felt. thank you.

    Liked by 1 person

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