The Great Race
By Drako Sullivan
The race begin in mid-winter.
There were 500 million participants,
by it guaranteed one winner.
Through all the anticipation,
the world remain patient.
For over nine months they waited,
but became overly curious of
to whom would be victorious.
Finally… near summer’s end,
the last leg of the race and the
leader is on his way in.
Cheers came from my family and friends.
My head was up high as I crossed the finish line.
A joyful moment it was,
but all I did was cried and whined…
…An explanation of this brief illustration.
It was early November when my mom and
dad had relations.
There were 500 million sperm cells released
upon my father’s ejaculation…
they all had the same destination.
As guaranteed only one can begin
the process of fertilization.
In thus, I was born to win.
I won then and I shall win again.