Passing Me

In a hurry I ran down the street People were blurs that I did meet But as quick as I was and twice as fast I could not outrun my sins or even my past. I thought I had left them so many years ago When I was younger and didn't think about growing old Doing the things which I should never had done Not knowing that one day they would be a rerun. But now they keep passing me again and again Which were my lies and evils which are a sin Though as fast as I was or that I could ever be They always catch up, and then they pass me. How I wish that I was faster than they were But that is a stupid wish, that I once had observed Now I am hoping and praying that they never existed But then one day I know that they all will be listed. Now wherever that I run my past is already there With no remorse or humility, sadness or even care So I guess that I must run for the rest of my life Or maybe hide away somewhere, where there is no strife. I now look over my shoulder whenever that I can As I try to prepare myself wherever that I am Hopefully my strength and endurance will forever last But sadly the faster that I run, I still can't outrun my past. Randy L. McClave