The Best Day In New York

The best day in New York is when The Marathon takes place, For people from all walks of life Come out to see the race. If the weather gods cooperate And it is crisp and clear, Then the multitudes plus music makes A party atmosphere. The runners, from all countries, From the fittest to the kind That look out of shape, all jog, Including several who are blind… While the spectators ignore the tape To barricade them back, Cheering everyone from those elite To those with gaits gone slack. Many hold up signs for kith and kin And what I love the best Is when they make the connection, Joy on both sides manifest. Every borough joins together On this festive racing day. What a wonder it would be if things Could always be this way!