The Chase

By Michael J. Brand

Now, with no bounce in my step
Wow, how the years have crept

The wrinkles tell, the story on my face
Pursuing things, life sacrificed in the chase

Time has passed, my youth wasted
The real flavor of life, never tasted

Time is left, but what should I do
Live in the moment, or complain as I stew

I cannot start over, but I can start now
My mind in reverse, I don’t know how

All of my thinking, the future or the past
The torture I inflict, how long will it last