A small hand taps my head and I scramble to my feet,
winter boots slipping on gym wood floor.
Arms pumping but legs carefully kept in check,
making sure I arrive just a moment too late.
Now my turn, another race,
and a barely make it return,
knees scraping painfully against floor.
I know I should be too old for this, but
skinned knees and Duck Duck Goose
still make me feel just a lil bit hardcore ;)