It is plain to see time has become his foe
He is not the man he was decades ago
The hair on his balding head gray the years on him show
His fastest pace nowadays to say the least slow
In his prime the champion athlete of the town
And his was far greater than local renown
Three times National eight hundred metres champion when none as him ran as fast
All he has are memories of his glorious past
Back in the days when he was quick on his feet
A former Olympian against the World's best he did compete
Now a grandfather in his late sixties divorced from his wife
Without a partner he lives a single life
Every day he jogs in the park his fastest pace slow
Time on the best it eventually does show.
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