What My Track Coach Told Me To Do
My track coach was the man who saved my life.
I had experienced momentary struggle and strife.
I was feeling faint and my face was turning blue.
This was a strange situation. I did not know what to do.
He said to me, “Come over here, you!
What was the last thing I told you to do?
One more time you forgot to take a breath.
If you forget again, it might mean your death.
Open your nostrils and take some oxygen in.
I wonder how a loser like you can ever win.”
I replied, “Yes sir!”
A fictional account. I wrote this piece a few years ago and posted it on another site
after what a member of that site said about one of my entries. Somebody on Poetry
Soup made me remember this one when she commented on a poem of mine.
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