drawn into the sun

an eye that's lost is drawn into the sun
no matter what the moment of high cloud
a deeper value's given than was allowed
medals are nice after races are run
but so much has been said and little done
that not a one of us should still be proud
our speak a single word of it out loud
nor claim that of our merit we have won
sharper than knives the teeth of such a beast
as would arise to challenge our just claim
before the hand could touch the final door
there is a time to boast during the feast
of how you might have dashed into the flame
but not a one of you has faced that roar