Race Poem by Randy McClave

I would rather be fast
Than to be slow and last
If it came to a race or such;
I would like to be a winner
With a medal that would shimmer
If that is not asking too much,
Just to come in first place
To win myself a race
With that victory I'd throw out my chest,
I would be the happiest soul alive
If only a race I could survive
Indeed I would enjoy winning that contest,
To win myself a marathon
That would be a phenomenon
Happy and proud I would be,
Being the first to cross the finish line
My heart and soul would be divine
My effort and win would be that of a trophy,
I know this all is just a dream
In my eye it is just a gleam
Winning a race by being the fastest,
If my endurance would only last
Then others I could easily past
So I exercise as I practice,
Until then I will still run
Not for admiration, but for fun
With the wind and perspiration in my face,
I will head for the goal
As I jog or sprint or even stroll
While still dreaming about winning a race.

Randy L. McClave