The Race

 

I ran to the minute, and noticed that stare.

I had to jump each hurdle with a spectators glare.

The sweat hit my brow as I couldn’t give in.

The others all studied and it seemed they could win.

It wasn’t a fast race, but the challenge was set.

The clock ticked and then tocked and the time must be met.

I focused on the deadline, and dug my heels in the chair.

I can do this with ease, and with style, under that stare.

I ripped into my mind and burst out with my thought!

I belted out answers in silence, with my pen I then caught.

I settled them neatly in the track paged ahead.

I smiled as I realised I was moving fast, and I led.

As the hand on the clock, hit the second like a drum.

The winning line for me, approached to be won.

It had been scary, but I managed that horrible test.

I had to finish it, but not to be the best, of the rest.

The spectator he then rose, and his hand hit the bell.

The contestants they sighed but I let out a yell.

The others looked over annoyed with his hit.

Some looked upset and others looked sick.

 

HOWEVER

 

I was ready for that signal when the finish line rang.

I was actually amazed at my approach to this simple

 

Exam

 

Inspiration & Motivation is in the mind the pen and the chair, not the stare!

 

Pat G ©