Track Athlete

I tend to say I hurdle through life

Just like on the track I never look back

I’m fast cutting through people like a knife

I can’t stop moving so they won’t attack

My legs are screaming as I continue

One foot in front of the other I say

The finish line appears as a white hue

I gain first place it becomes a grand day

I breath hard my mouth as dry as cotton

Over the last hurdle I land with grace

The girls behind me all but forgotten

Cross the finish line a smile on my face

So thankful I am done for the meet

Work is never easy for an athlete