I saw him sprinting
Swiftly towards me
Shadowed by his setting sun,
He paced on steadily

While, the firing of his
Starting gun was hushed
His heart's blaring still echoed
In this final meter dash

A runner trailing behind in
The marathon of time
Was now inching and closing
In on his finish line

And as a crowd of familiar
Faces cheered him on
He handed me carefully,
His worn out baton

Then, right before I braved
My own distant track
He glanced at me proudly,
And patted my back

With his wrinkled smile,
He whispered to my ear
“Go on running, son!
You can take it from here!”