VICTORY

Preparation, anticipation, awaiting the baton
other team already handed off
my leg of the race will soon be on
I clear my throat with nervous cough

Now my team mate's drawing near
exhaustion in his weary eyes
I begin running ere he gets here
exchange made, I tote the prize

Feet flying, eyes in front of me
slowly, I'm gaining on my foe
he glances back so as to see
who it is that's running so

Three fourths now around the oval track
breath coming hard, harsh and loud
rival's strides becoming slack
I draw even, heedless of the crowd

Neck and neck down the last stretch
we both will our weary legs to run
in my side I feel a painful catch
a few more yards the relay will be done

The finish line! then stop real slow
so close we both await the call
whoever wins both athletes know
the thrill of having given all