2008
A shot pierces the night
Loosening runner’s which are tight
It is here, running is contact
Everyone is so compact.
Around and around they go
Holding high or holding low
Sweaty athletes shine
Rounding the corner for lap nine
Eclipsing two more fairly well
Pass the line, I hear a bell
The crowd rises to a roar
Screaming, wanting more!
I’m giving my all
Running through the wall
Both legs throb
Up and down they bob
No runner ahead
Desire to be fed
Two-hundred meters remain
This is my domain
Anything left, I use
This race, I cannot lose
Into the homestretch I turn
Going all out, feeling the burn
Tape breaks, sticking to my chest
The pain says I’ve done my best
The gold medal is mine
In celebration, tonight I’ll dine
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