A Swimmers Life

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This is a poem I wrote quite a while ago. I'll admit it's no where near my best standard, if I have time I'm going to re-write it better. I thought I'd post it to see what people thought. This is basically my life. I'm a swimmer which means early mornings, ice cold water, late nights, long sessions, struggling to stay awake in school, and kilometre after kilometre of laps, a team which is a family, hours hanging at the pool with my closest friends, weekends waking at insane times to spend all day traveling, screaming for teammates and racing my butt off. It's a great life.

Submitted: June 04, 2012

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It's nearly six o'clock, and I'm waiting on my coach. Watching the cars come and go, will she ever show? When her car rounds the bend, I struggle to my feet Outside a pool before dawn, people must think I'm slow.

Standing on the edge I watch the set get written up What it will be today, hard or easy, I've no say I dive into the ice cold, feeling the water rush past Pushing myself to beat the clock, best start to the day.

Rushing around at home, I've got to get ready Just made the bus, messy room mum better not fuss  Fighting to stay awake and alert, I'm trying to concentrate School drags on, the final bell rings, and I'm waiting for the bus 

I'm at the pool so much, it's now my second home Talking and joking with mates, none of us hate Watch the clock, groan as it hits four thirty I swim and swim, the coach grumbles about being late

Everyday I'm asked what I think of lap after lap  I think of the pain the profit but mostly just junk Swimming's extremely lonely, the biggest challenge's to tune out If you can't handle that, chances are that you'll be sunk


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