There was that day we took our place,
And waited for the gunning;
We joined the only race there is,
That all of us are running.
For some each step is breathless, true,
And every lap a fast one:
For some, the race is over now.
This last turn was their last one.
We run so far and strain so hard
There’s no one understands
No matter what, we’ll too be called
To move into the stands.
The time that ticks is short, but still,
We feel we’ve time to win it;
The scramble that we all are in
That’s o’er e’er we begin it.
But maybe, some will know today,
If they turn in, and honest,
That though we’re doomed to run this track
It needn’t be