At the Gate
“at the gate”
i looked up at the starter
his eyes were cool and grey
i think you know who it is
but i would rather not say,
at the gate i am waiting
a ball of energy ready to burst
when he signals the gate opens
i can only run to be first,
the stretch for home is endless
miles and miles have i run
and every time the end is near
it seems as if i just begun.
Copyright © Richard Poor | Year Posted 2015
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