Fifteen Hundred Metres
I start my fifteen hundred metres run
Against ten others I have to compete
How will I ten other runners defeat?
My weight feels like it is weighing a ton
Second in lead I begin having fun
There is still a long race-track to complete,
I pace my breath and am feeling a treat
By three quarters of the run, I feel done,
I am panting, breathing and gasping air
And realise I will not be the winner
Although second place is not hard to bear
I feel hungry and wanting some dinner,
I am pleased for my silver medal, rare,