They staged a race today, and I
Stood back and watched them running by,
The fleet out front, the pack enmassed,
Determined walkers passing last
(If one discounts the shadow of
Regret I wasn’t named above,
Which flitted fitfully behind).
They raced, I watched. I didn’t mind.
TrollPants 2.0 
“…shadow of regret which fleeted fitfully behind…I didn’t mind”? I have to reason with myself to get to the not minding part.
Understood and very nice. Jan
P.S. I’ll miss you at Alcatraz Saturday.