Saturday, April 19, 2014

Bike Race

I must go faster
So that I am the master
Of those around me
I must let them be.

If I slow down
I will not get the crown
That goes to the best
And not the rest.

As I look up
In hopes that I am not the pup.
I notice I have gone
And nothing had been done.

I have not moved one foot
I am feeling kaput.
How can it be
That I could not see.

I am not the winner
And I will not be back for dinner.
What went wrong
Did I not sing the winner's song.

All is lost in the race,
On this fixed base.
I must go now
And give a bow.

©2014 Brady L.B.

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