The Medals

It was a walk through time
looking at all my medals
They were not a dozen to a dime

Right time in the right place
That was true
but not in every case

Planning was a way
With loads of patience
there was no chance to sway

Sometimes it was a scramble

But with determination
it was never a gamble

What about those I missed

Did I try hard enough
or run out in the midst

Was I a loser     

Was I an escapist
If I look closer

I'm covering the scars

Losing some battles  
to win the war