First Tracks

We were five when it all started,

this race to be the first.

We are brothers, he and I,

and wining our big thirst.

On every stormy winter morn

we rushed to get outside,

and leave deep in a fresh new snow

our footprint there with pride.

And as we grew our tracks evolved

to trikes then bikes then cars,

and when we came to be adults

that game we played still ours.

So all through life we fought the fight

we compete with all our might,

but now as gents we near our end

this fight it will subside.

The game near over now we find

we cast our eagerness aside

for neither wants to win the game

in the final snow of life.