This Race, My Test
Two minutes left
this race, my test
A minute-and-a-half
hope it's not my epitaph
Sixty seconds now
churn legs harder; some way, somehow
Down to forty-five
breathe in and out; stay alive
Half-a-minute
C'mon, faster; gotta win it
Fifteen seconds
finish line beckons
Final tick
guess who's sick...
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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