The Race I Poem by Roger Naya

The crowd roared
as I stepped onto the track,
they knew I had something
other racers did lack.

The stadium filled to capacity,
in my home nation;
all eyes on me
filled with the highest expectation.

We all took our positions
skyward shot the starting gun;
we all knew our goals,
the race had begun.

I sprinted past my adversaries,
as the race progressed,
one by one I advanced them,
with all the might I possessed.

Similarly, I continued
to pursue what I desired;
down the track I raced,
until first position I acquired.

The midway point approached,
my motivation began to rise,
the race is long and difficult,
but my motive is the prize.




To be continued...