My Race #2 Poem by Daryl lyraD

This was it. My hopes, aspirations
resting on this 100meteres.
You know how people always talked
about the last 100metres, the final run.
Well, this is my first 100meteres and for me,
the start of something new.
Something big.

The crowd cheered, the stadium applauded.
In a flash of an eye, snapping of the many cameras.
the race was over.
As sudden the gunshot,
as swift as the speed of sound.
I breezed through the finishing line.

The world record is nothing.
A mere target set by man,
soon to be broken again
by man himself.
He who raises the bar,
is deemed legend.
And as the world continues
in it's cyclical movement.
It is he who stays for eternity.
The man, proclaimed Legend.