Your left knee start to tremble
Your eyelids start to twitch
And somewhere near your elbow
You have an awful itch
Your mind starts to wander
Across the land and seas
You think of all the places
You sure would rather be
Water trickles down your arm
And off your finger tips
Your tongue is a piece of rubber
Between two burning lips
The Esquire is approaching---
My God!! He's coming here!
You begin to doubt the wisdom
Of that last full glass of beer.
For now you have a feeling
Somewhere down below
You’re not really certain,
But you think you have to go.
The moment has arrived---
They're standing at your place!
You somehow struggle to your feet
A Smile upon your face.
You feel all eyes upon you
The practice hours tell
You start to say the words
And your voice begins to swell
Suddenly, it's over!
The job you had is done!
The only thing remaining
Is if you lost or won.
And as you leave the contest room
Forgotten is the fear,
You know deep down inside that
You'll be back again next year!

5/11/13