I'm not much of a poet, but here's my foray into it for all the Nessaholics
my whole life is a race
running all these years
I thought I could stop
but you weren't near
sometimes faster
sometimes slower
sometimes higher
sometimes lower
I slowed down once
maybe twice
or could
it have been thrice
I'm growing tired
I'm growing weary
I'm seeing the road ahead
it's getting less dreary
I won't stop
until I'm there
I can't stop
until I'm there
it's coming up
I'm nearing the end
I can almost see it
around the bend
The curve is rounded
I make it past
there is no line
alas
there is a line
I see it part
doesn't say finish
simply says start
What do you think?
Comments?
