My Life
[Author's Note: This is an attempt by me to write poetry. Take it for what you may.]
Muscles stretched
Tensed, poised feet in the block ready for the gun
BANG!
Feet launching out of the blocks
Feet meet track, track meet feet
Legs pumping like a two cylinder engine
Breaths short and fast
Finish line
Must get there first
Failure is not an option
Not in my dictionary
I don't know how to fail
No one in front on me
Must beat all my previous times
Must beat all the records
Finish Line.......
Race Over
Another 'W' in the Win Column
But I'm never done
No time to rest
Another race
Another race I have to win
Another race to show that I'm the best
Perfection must be maintained
Muscles stretched
Tensed, poised feet in the blocks ready for the gun
BANG!.................
3 comments:
reminds me of a song. "He's going the distance" I think it was by Cake. Rather crude. (chuckle)
My brother said the same thing when he read it. I have to listen to that song. Hopefully I didn't inadvertantly copy someone else's work
no, it's an analogy of a race - but um ... "going the distance" isn't really about a race.
"Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags goes up,
Churning and burning, they yern for the cup.
They deftly manouver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank,
Wreckless and wild they pour thru the turns,
Their prowless is podent and secretly stern.
As they speed thru the finish the flags go down.
The fans get up, and get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup,
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone, all alone in her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance."
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