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Racing to the Finish

Bill Bowler

Tasting wine
wasting time
wheeling, dealing
feeling fine

Drink more beer
the coast looks clear
but things could change
could be a trap
just out of range

Don’t get near
Don’t volunteer
Just take a nap
Stay far away
you have no choice
anyway

That background noise
hard to hear
that sense of dread
dead ahead

That nagging doubt
that wondering
what it’s all about
it’s here to stay
it doesn’t go away

It’s a race
to the finish
The torrid pace
can’t diminish
what’s at stake

Brace yourself
apply the brake
for Heaven’s sake
Don’t be first
Second’s bad
but first is worse

Next in line
is not so good
last place is best
let the rest
rush ahead

The end’s in sight
and sad to say
yesterday
has gone away
it won’t be long
until we’re gone

Doesn’t matter
what you do
The winner loses
Then the loser loses too


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