Running,
Faster and faster.
Breath coming in gasps.
Still, I keep running.
I pass the 2nd place person.
Time is ticking slowly.
As I run, and run, and run.
I run until my legs can carry me no further.
Only to cross the finish line,
To cheering.
For the 1st place winner.
I lost the race.
Eh, oh well.
There's always another day to win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem