Running


Who runs for fun?
We all run just to be done.
Up this hill up that hill.
This path and that path.
Our poor thighs and calfs.
Feel as if there about to split in half.
The finish line is in sight,
I cross it with delight.
The sweet feeling of relief.
That I realize my run is now complete.

After my run,
And once I realize I am done.
I think about how I did not have fun.
So I try to catch my breath.
While I cheer on the rest,
I make sure to represent this team on my chest.

I realize why I run,
I do not run for fun.
I run for my friends.
I run for the memories with them.
Because these memories,
Will never end.

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