The very last run.

[Kitosdad]

They said, I shouldn't do it,
I said I thought I should.
Then they said I couldn't do it,
But I replied, I could.

Just one last fast ten-miler,
It couldn't do no harm,
I really would run slowly,
I'd cause them no alarm.

The starter blew his whistle,
The pack began to run,
I trotted slowly, well behind,
Just out to have some fun.

Then oh so soon, I fell behind,
The others raced ahead,
Again the urge to beat them came,
The adrenelin turned my head.

So I increased my rythm,
My heart and lungs seemed fine,
But I had the strangest feeling,
That I wouldn't see "the line."

My heart began it's pounding,
Pounding far too fast,
Little spots before my eyes,
I'd seen them in the past.

I knew the signs, I knew them well,
For I'd been here before,
I stopped to slow my heartbeat,
But collapsed onto the floor.

Oh why hadn't I listened,
To my doctor and my wife,
Why had I, through my stubbornness,
Thrown away my life?

As I lay here in this ambulance,
One thought flows through my head,
If I'd paid heed to their advice,
I wouldn't now be DEAD.

Kitos.
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