Running Away
He ran fast and couldn't run faster.
Trying so hard he fell right after.
This man thought the magic lay in speed.
For common sense he had no need.
The other man walked to slow.
He lazed around, never on the go.
This man thought he didn't need speed,
And he really got nowhere indeed.
Another man yet, walked with pleasant gait.
He took on this world because he could wait.
He didn't walk slow or in a hurry.
This man didn't have to worry.
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