You do something and me a talker
You are splinters and I am a walker,
Even my jogging is not uniform,
How can I what you perform.
Present is for you I am living in the past,
It does not mean a complete contrast!
Wait, I recall her lovely long jumps,
Sexy, beautiful her high strong jumps,
Attractive exposure during javelin throws,
Her lips, her arms and the lovely eye brows,
When javelin went high and far in skies,
The javelin of beauty through my dim old eyes,
Put a magic in the heart and vigor in me,
I am running faster, can’t you see!