I chased and I chased, but she was faster
She made me a complete disaster,
I thought for sure that we were a match
But, the harder I tried, she I could never catch.
Her and I once went out to a dinner
I thought that I was the champion on the chariot, the winner,
But, then when I went to kiss that beautiful face
She took off running, and she started a new race.
So, I texted and I texted, occasionally she would answer
She runs so fast as if she is a prancer,
But, now I have decided to give the chase a rest
I became the hamster on the wheel, the pest.
Everyday I was seemingly on the prowl
But, I refused to give up on her, or throw in the proverbial towel,
Defeat, or loss daily those thoughts I did refuse
Then I went out and I bought me some new running shoes.
The run was good, when I ran
But, that chase I finally surrendered to says this man,
She was the one that I had soulfully desired
But, I am now defeated and beat, and I am so tired.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Don't give up, Randy! Think of a way to make her want to chase YOU!