Wednesday, September 18, 2013


I can still run when I want to
If I want to
Although nearing age 66
I mostly plod
Moving slower
Incrementally, entropically
With a bit less enthusiasm for sprinting
Into oblivion
Or even rising to new challenges
Or the same old ones
(The mere challenge of rising becoming
More and more apparent)
That horizon seems to be moving in my direction
At its steady pace…

Maybe I need to check my dipstick
See what level my vital fluids are at
Perhaps I’m down a quart of testosterone?
I’m still in the race
At least in my mind
I can access that young man
Who did life so subtly
I can still run, when I want
But there is a cost now
A different one, and maybe higher.
And do I really want to go that fast
Tempting the wheels to fly off?
Or is it better, wiser
Just to plod?
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