Another interview for a

Full time job

Prospecting less hours than

Two jobs

Combined



A horse race if

There ever was one

One winner

The rest

Losers



A wet track

A dry track

A turf track

A dirt track

I put on my lucky shoes



Another horse race

We can't all be winners

I can't always be a winner

So I put on my lucky shoes

And run

You never know the winner at the starting gate,
All you can do is check the conditions, and hope for the best.
No tip, no insight, no amount of horse sense,
Can tell you the outcome.

All you can do,
Is run,
For the fences.
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Loved your poem -- very honest of you to put out there the -- about how difficult it is to make your way in the world. The above is my small gift to you, hope you get something out of it, 'cause it was just what came off the top of my head. Best of luck with everything,

JazzPoet74

Thank you Jazz.
Your gift is appreciated.

It's how you run the race that counts...Nice write!

this is wonderful, golden... every race has a winner... and every winner remains in the race... while your lucky shoes are to be envied...