I sit and watch the girls run the mile.
As I sit there I grin and I smile.
I think of how great the feeling of running must be.
Wind in one's hair, running with all one's might.
Watching that finish line with a greedy stare, and
hoping one's time will be the fastest of the night.
I wonder if I would have a chance,
or if the girls would pass me with no second glance.
What merriment it must be to run,
and to feel free.
I hope one day that will be me.