The Champions
of the Modern Age
(In memory of Alan,
Davey, and the rest)
They race around on
iron steeds
As fast as autumn wind
they fly
They know the dangers
in their lives
But they will never
question why
As they compete for
number one
They don’t forget what
lies in store
When they have passed
the black and white
As they fight for the
higher score
They have their loved
ones waiting there
The families that they
hold dear
The friends who might
to others seem
Like foes when competition’s
near
The rivalry so fierce
and strong
Is like an act when
all is done
To entertain us with
their skill
Means just as much as
who has won
These champions of modern
age
Whether they stay or
depart
The race car drivers,
teams and cars
Will always survive
in our hearts
(c) "Amalthea Celebras"
K.C. Fahel 2 August 1993
