Here is a poem I'd like to share with you all. My friend's mom used it in one of her talks. It's called The Race by D. H. Groberg:
Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure's face,
My downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.
A children's race, young boys, young men; how I remember well,
Excitement sure, but also fear, it wasn't hard to tell.