The Tragedy Of Underachieving
Nowhere near the front,
nor anywhere near the back,
he was totally unnoticed
in the center of the pack.
Neither chargin for the lead
or falling far behind,
just hanging in the crowd
who's distinctions were combined.
When he got near the bottom
he strove toward the top.
Then as he neared the center
his effort began to stop
But the last guy didn't catch him
That would have been disgrace.
So he maintained status quo,
and kept the leader's pace.
Then some who failed envied
how he kept up with the field,
but he wasn't satisfied
when the champion was revealed.
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