Don't Leave me Behind

He walks ahead of me,
at a faster pace than I.
He’s always several steps ahead,
it’s either do or die.

What’s the hurry?
Why can’t we just enjoy this time?
Try taking it a little slower,
let me finish this next rhyme.

There's no race to be won,
not that I can really see,
then he stops and waits,
ever so patiently for me.

Sometimes though I wonder,
if eventually the day will come,
when he finds it in his heart,
that I’m not his only one.