Sixty.

          Sixty.


        For Sixty years I have been around
        An individual not one of the crowd
        To be the best I have tired to be
        To live my life good and free

        To be at the top was my aim
        Always to have my name in the frame
        To be the one to carry the can
        But Never to be an also ran

        Now the time has come to ease the pace
        Let someone else run the race
        That I almost won
        Now I just watch the others Race and run.

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