Running Poem by William Williams

I was running a race,
But at the speed of a crawl,
I did what everyone said,
But I didn't care at all.

And soon I decided,
I would take a break,
I had plenty of time,
To finish my race,

But then she came along,
With her own little plan,
And told me that I,
Could be a better man,

So we started moving together,
Just a slow walk,
but I struggled to keep up,
I'd had much rather talked,

But you kept pushing,  
so I followed close behind,
And thought I could beat you,
I tried to sprint for a time.

Then I tripped up,
I thought my race was done,
But you got me back on my feet,
Told me to get up and run,

And after my slip up,
You stayed right by my side,
With a friendship so warm,
And a sweetness so kind,

And soon enough,
The pace turned to a jog,
And every inch,
You were with me all along,

And when I thought I was winded,
And I told you to go on,
You simply refused,  
And kept pushing me along,

And after a mile,  
I was back on to my feet,
Being nudged on by a friend,
Who I knew was so sweet,

And my self motivation,
Something I thought was gone,
Began to come back,
I had to push on,

I wanted to run,
And so we quickened the pace,
And soon I was moving forward,
With oh so much haste,

And now here I am,
Advancing by leaps and bounds,
Knowing its just a matter of time,
Till I fall to the ground,

But I have faith,
And such a great friend,
That I know if I ever fall down,
She'll be there to give me her hand.