Monday, 23 February 2015

The Race

The Race
I feel the wind in my hair                                                                                                  
Pedalling fast
I’m almost there
But will it last?

The race began
Everything according to plan
But not too rigorous.

The first sign of weakness
Tired legs
Brought a bleakness
I was down in the dregs!

The end is near
I see the finish
But I fear
Energy starts to diminish

Finally the line is crossed
The race is over
All is not lost
There is closure!

© Phil Renaud 2015