The Race

The Race

I feel the wind in my hair                                                                                                  

Pedalling fast

I’m almost there

But will it last?

The race began

Vigorous

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