Track and Field
during the race
not on the side
I run in between thick white lines
working toward my goal
I've trained for years and years, to satisfy
the longing in my soul
the track is my guide
teaching me the way life goes
persistence and diligence on
the toilsome ride
are the ways I learned to thrive
I thank these five lanes,
and I thank my cleats
For the hard lesson and countless pains
that have taught me how to succeed.
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