In the realm of dreams where stars cascade,
Where endless echoes of courage played,
There lies a tale of last to embrace,
A poetry about being last in the chase.

Not first, nor swift, but with heart unafraid,
In the shadows cast and the dues unpaid,
A soul undaunted, a spirit unbound,
Finds solace in the beauty that surrounds.

For in the race that we call life,
It matters not who reaches the height,
But those who persevere with grace,
And find their way in the slowest pace.

Let not swift victories cloud your view,
For in being last, there’s beauty too,
A humbled heart, a soul that sings,
In the joy that each moment brings.