Passing the Baton

March 7, 2011
By liviebug66 GOLD, McMurray, Pennsylvania
liviebug66 GOLD, McMurray, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the number of moments that take our breath away.

I take my place on the track
Ahead of me, the distance I have to run
A shot is fired, the race begins
My heart is racing with anticipation

I grab the baton and run with the wind
The first steps dig, until I find my pace
I cross the finish line, with a fulfilling grin
I look up, thankful and praying to place

The author's comments:
Dia de los muertos is what inspired this poem. I love their optimistic look on ending this life and moving on to our second.

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