cranko

The detained reaction of a trained greyhound Was withheld through motionless retirement A frail man whose constant destination to begin Kept his blood circulated and his legs on a whim The crowd's response of elation to his arrival at the start Pumped eyelids open shut till his spine touched his heart With blinking eyes drying as he quickened up his pace For the annual countless stretch he felt the wind grab his face Though a patch of time did vanish, he's unable to recall The day he made the finish line and plundered, lost it all His contented spirit discarded by his striving lean exterior Though the repetitious security left

everything tired zilch nil progress