by LaShawn Gardner
(Baltimore, MD)
With you in my mind,
With you in my heart,
I will enter the race,
But I will not start.
Waiting patiently for your cue,
I am the runner,
But the real star is you.
You take the lead,
I will follow behind.
Each round that’s won,
Is yours, and not mine.
As you pass the baton to me,
You will still guide my feet.
You are the one, who will adjust my speed.
You will help me over each hurdle I must leap.
And as the crowd applauds and fans re-tell the story,
I am the winner, but you will get the Glory.
And when they ask, “What did I do?”
I will simply tell them that I waited for you.