This Poem is like me... The idea that all in attendance have a dream always brings a tear to my eye when I watch these preliminary background pieces...
One Man Watches a Horse Race
and suffers because his horse is losing. The second suffers because his
horse is winning; the race isn't over, and anything might happen. The
third who watches has no money on the race. He sees sweat foam on the
horses's leather, the rictus that flickers through the crowd. Sees even
himself at the rail, caught in the roiling world. He suffers for the
first man and the second, for human sight and horseflesh.
Still he comes to the races.
Should he stay away, pretend
that there is nothing here to do with him?
~Wendy Battin