Competition

My father told me how to lose

And leave things behind

Every Friday he had to win

Every Friday we played badminton

I being smaller was an easy match for him

One time things turned out differently

We went skiing in the mountains

The bitter cold at top and gray sky

Made him challenge me

-First to the bottom wins he said

And off I went

Fearless down the hill

He came far behind

I won not by 100 meter

But maybe 400 meter

He never spoke about it

Again

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