The Walking Race

A stranger crossed me on the road And after my rapid pace he took note, He challenged me to a walking race To a finish line without a place The stranger's longer legs made for fierce competition But my younger age gave me the ambition of one walking away from ten years in prison We laughed till he became a friend And forgetting the end, My feet broke into a run And I conceded defeat once I realized what I'd done, But in crossing paths I still felt I'd won.