Priceless

A freeverse twist on the hare and the tortoise

Time creeps at a snail's pace
Knowing slow and steady will
Win this race
Still I see them all pass me
The young hares going
Here and there without a care
Impetuous by nature
As youthful bliss causes
Them to miss
Things deemed insignificant
Like me
While time still creeps at
A snail's pace
Knowing slow and steady
Will win this race
While young hares dare
To cross
The finish line at a frantic
Pace
Only to find
That I had
Already won the race
As the
Expressions left
On their face
Can't be erased
Is and always will be
To me,
Priceless