We never know how short may be the road that lies ahead.
He ran a good race
He didn’t know it would
Be his last, maybe he
Wouldn’t have run so
Fast that day if he had
Known it was all to end
At the prime of his life
While he was running
Death caught up with him
Maybe he knew what
No one else had, that
Time had run out and
He was running his
Last race
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