Sense Sonnet - Acher

Drop Out

The relay race - Olympic gold,
That was the goal the team had sought.
Years of training through hot and cold,
We kept in mind that only thought.
At last it was the time to race.
It all came down to moments run.
We started out at a good pace.
Each team member ran one by one.
But one brought disaster to us.
All hopes for victory were gone.
Nothing to do but cry and cuss.
A team member dropped the baton.

Because of me, we lost the dream.
I was the dropper on the team.