The best day in New York is when
The
Marathon takes place,
For
people from all walks of life
Come
out to see the race.
If
the weather gods cooperate
And
it is crisp and clear,
Then
the multitudes plus music makes
A
party atmosphere.
The
runners, from all countries,
From
the fittest to the kind
That
look out of shape, all jog,
Including
several who are blind…
While
the spectators ignore the tape
To
barricade them back,
Cheering
everyone from those elite
To
those with gaits gone slack.
Many
hold up signs for kith and kin
And
what I love the best
Is
when they make the connection,
Joy
on both sides manifest.
Every
borough joins together
On
this festive racing day.
What
a wonder it would be if things
Could
always be this way!
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