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.