The Chase

I’m running a marathon, I’m in the lead

Someone behind me is matching my speed

Afraid he was gaining, I quickened my pace

Worried concern was now etched on my face

He yelled from behind me, “I’m coming up fast”

I knew at this pace that my strength wouldn’t last

Flirting with panic I lengthened my stride

I’m losing my poise, giving in to my pride

I leveled my pace to a scalable trend

A strategy hinged on my kick at the end

Despite the adjustments, efficient the reps

That voice from behind me was matching my steps

His taunting and bragging were rubbing me wrong

I’m holding him off but he’s coming on strong

That nuisance is now getting under my skin

But that doesn’t matter as long as I win

This marathon race is as close as I’ve seen

A win or a loss may depend on my lean

I finally did lose and it cut like a knife

But this will go down as the race of my life

This long distance struggle now offers me rest

For running a race where I lost to the best

Regardless the kick that I had in my prime

How foolish to think I could beat Father Time