The National eight hundred metres champion at the age of thirty three
He is not the man that he once used to be
His moment of glory fifty years ago
Time that ages everyone has become his foe
He only has memories of his glorious past
The legs moving slowly that used to run fast
When he was hailed as a hero of the town
Back in the days when his hair was light brown
Time slows the best of them seems true to say
The town has a young champion athlete today
One of the forgotten as many aged heroes are
Not even spoken of in the local public bar
Without children or partner living on his own
Just one of the many that fame has outgrown.
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