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.
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