Race of time

sprinter-2

You win again.

Filled with resolution,

Fiery determination,

I sprinted and strutted.

 

Predicting your pace,

How was I to know-

The Spring in your step

The mottled colours of your Fall?

 

Numbed by your Winter’s breath,

Wilted in your Summer’s heat.

Turning now, there you go again-

Leaving me behind…

 

With remnants, the residue remains.

Soon, just a ghost of a year

That will haunt yellowed pages

Of history books, stacked high!

 

A flickering, fleeting wind-

You win again, the race of time,

Blasting the world record-

Filled with olympic breaking news!

 

Leaving surprised losers everywhere!

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