MARATHON
The old man is running away from time
faster and faster
he loves younger and younger women
to find in their eyes
the shadows of past emotions
to see his own youth
he has got fairer and fairer hair
shorter and shorter breath
and uncertain step
he often jousts
I tried to stop him sometime
in the present time
to soften the pain of the fall
but he was too deep in the past
and too far in the future
the old man is running faster and faster
along the way
parallel forever to mine