Sunday, September 21, 2014

An Old Runner Reflects: Going Out My Way

No slow decline or painful fade to black for me.
No,I want a night before filled with trading stories and drinking beer with my friends
Followed by a morning after run along an old forest trail under a misty overcast sky.
Let me feel that effortless glide as I go that only comes but once in a great while.
Just give me an hour,no make that two,as I cruise on down that increasingly dark trail
that will suddenly turn to light.

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