Epitaph Poem

Here's to my running shoes.
You parted from me at the place you served me best.
The glorious track; where I crushes all the rest.
Like a bright blue dolphin you traveled so fast.
My time spent with you was such a blast.
You didn't compare to professional running shoes.
If Usain Bolt had to wear you he might actually lose.
My time with you is done.
But I think of you every time I run.