Race

I would rather be fast Than to be slow and last If it came to a race or such; I would like to be a winner With a medal that would shimmer If that is not asking too much, Just to come in first place To win myself a race With that victory I'd throw out my chest, I would be the happiest soul alive If only a race I could survive Indeed I would enjoy winning that contest, To win myself a marathon That would be a phenomenon Happy and proud I would be, Being the first to cross the finish line My heart and soul would be divine My effort and win would be that of a trophy, I know this all is just a dream In my eye it is just a gleam Winning a race by being the fastest, If my endurance would only last Then others I could easily past So I exercise as I practice, Until then I will still run Not for admiration, but for fun With the wind and perspiration in my face, I will head for the goal As I jog or sprint or even stroll While still dreaming about winning a race. Randy L. McClave