To Run

To Run

December 17, 2024

Once, when I wore a younger man's clothes (thanks, Billy Joel)

I ran

I ran instead of walking

Instead of driving

I ran because I could

I lost weight

I gained speed

And strength

And stamina

I ran because I heard the whisper in my ear

That I could soar

On gossamer wings

I would not set records

Except those that held myself accountable

I ran to release

I ran to escape

I ran think

Then I stopped

I had been nearly 30 years

Since I ran

Two nights ago

I got the urge

It was more of a brisk walk

It was more of an endured pain

I had cramps, aches, and shortness of breath

Death laughed at me

Not because it was my time

But, because he enjoyed my self-inflicted misery

Tomorrow, when I am healed,

I will run again

A little farther

A little further

Toward a goal

Known only to three people

Namely me, myself, and I

If Death wishes to join me

I hope he can keep up

I am old

But, he is older

I like my odds