Watched the
Wall clock
Swing and tick.
Again and again.
Cadence relentless
For decades.
Cruel thing, yaknow.
Some years yards get won.
Others falling back
Muddied and worn.
Ashamed of self.
Seems much too early
Sack time.
What if I rallied?
Good to go racing
For a while.
But currently
No recoup; spent breath.
Worries etch the face.
Could this clock
The contest win?
And I at second place?
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