Running from the Reaper

This was inspired by Julie's comment on OC yesterday: "I'll bet that's at least part of William's obsession with competitive running: he thinks he can outrun the reaper."

I try to outrun the Reaper,
But the trail is getting steeper,
And my will is getting weaker.
I can almost feel that Creeper
Creeping up on me.

Every year’s another weight,
Shorten my stride, slow my gait.
Does the Reaper lie in wait
Somewhere ahead of me?

I keep running to advance,
But here comes the avalanche!
That’s the end of this square dance.
Looks like the Reaper is ahead of me.

The stones are rolling down
As I hear the mournful sound
Of death rising all around.
Looks like the Reaper has surrounded me.

There’s no more room to run.
Nothing new under the sun.
Now my final race is done.
This is the one the Reaper won,
And he lays his cold hands on me.