The Thrill of the Chase
I came in nineteen forty-three; You are a child compared to me! But every year we share a date In January; we celebrate Four seasons more since we were born In late, ambitious Capricorn. At eight, you’re racing in your Kart; At eight I’m winning with my art And then my writing - oh, the thrill Of chasing prizes! Love it still. But by the time you came to be A champion driver in F3 I raced toward another goal, The understanding of the soul. Came the millennium, came F1 And Pluto transiting our Sun. You diced with Kimi, Massa, Seb As I went hunting on the web For information, dates and times, For synonyms and perfect rhymes. One decade ended, one began; From Oz to Yas you were The Man, Jenson; you had chased and won Your longed-for moment in the sun. And I? ... was being born again After the years and years of pain, After my Jesus’ great surprise, After so many fruitless tries To greet the waiting world on-line, I built a Site. Entirely mine. Now I can hunt for distant friends, And show them where my rainbow ends; Share the excitement of this chase To comprehend the human race As tiny shards of the Divine Through Sun and planet, arc and sign. And you? ... are stepping from your car, Drawn to where the athletes are. Your F1 training made you trim And super-fit to run and swim, To cycle Riviera hills; You still need racing and its thrills. Another track, a wider smile, Pushing your limits mile on mile. What are we chasing? Money? Fame? The fire inside us is the same, Both driving - driven - for a prize Which no amount of money buys: The joy that yet again we’ve done Our Maker proud - and it was fun! |