PAULITE WEB - Poems By Tony Davies
The Marathon Runner
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Remember practising for the marathon run?
If truth be told, it wasn't much fun.
But I'd set out, heart full of joy,
I'd soon forget I was just a boy.
Out there I was an athlete, setting the pace,
A world class runner, leading the race,
I'd passed my rivals, they couldn't keep up,
First to the line, I'd lift the Cup.
Race day came, I set off with the rest,
Promising myself I would do my best,
Soon I was out there, running alone,
From races like this, legends have grown.
The race nearly over, I rounded the bend,
The tape in sight, the pain at an end.
Heart pounding, feet moving fast,
I crossed the line, I finished……last!!
© COPYRIGHT 2000 TONY DAVIES - All Rights Reserved
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