"I race to win."

There was once a racing driver.

I look up to him.

One you may know.

His name will never be forgotten,

No matter how far time will flow.


He started at 4 years of age in Karts.

His talent was obvious to many.

He came from Brazil.

Like many other greats.

Fittipaldi, Piquet, Barrichello to name a few.


He was a master in the wet,

And fast as lightning in the dry.

He drove for some notable teams.

Lotus, McLaren, and Williams.

Possibly Ferrari, 

If he had survived.


He had a God-Given talent to drive.

His Qualifying laps were unbelievable to see.

He had the best seat in the house,

In many Grand Prix.


He was very loving,

Yet ruthless at once.

If you crashed he'd make sure you were fine.

But if you were racing him,

He'd do anything to win.


He believed that as a professional racing driver,

You must go for every gap you can see.

Who could stop him if he was going for it?



For all he did, 

For all he won,

For all that he inspires,

We all wish, 

That he didn't meet his end,


At the '94 San Marino Grand Prix.


This man I look up to,

Is Ayrton Senna.




  • Goldfinch60

    Good tribute to a fine driver - a much respected man.

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