Saliva rolling,
Eyes popped,
Tongue out,
All in anticipation,
Legs apart ready to move,
Hands sway ready to swing,
Head fixed ready or the go,
Am waiting.
Am waiting for that red light,
Am eager to hear that gun shot,
Ears at attention for that go word,
Patiently i long.
My heart is beating, more of a drum,
My legs are wobbling, more like a jelly,
A slow and cold line goes under my armpit,
Am tensely patient.
I am longing for that last lap.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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