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No Escaping

In my prime I hurtled around the track
My competitors floundering at my back,
Titles and medals, many won
Accolades, a victors plaque.

Slowed down some in middle age
Wiser too, if not sage,
Aware now of worldly things,
Hormones no longer boil and rage.

Old age now comes to the fore
A time of life that I deplore,
Living now on memories
Of things that I can do no more.

Nowdays I just sit and wait
I can feel my mind stagnate,
Can't be helped it's just life
There's no escaping, 'tis but fate.

Copyright © Gary Smith