BEYOND WINTER: The Irrelevant Musings of an Old Man—NOT ALWAYS TO THE SWIFT [W, 6-12-24]
NOT ALWAYS TO THE SWIFT
I was neither fast nor
elegant
I won no medals, no
ribbons
no accolades, no laurel
wreaths
but I gloried in the hard
pounding of feet and heart
the simple joy of enduring
When I could no longer run
there was loss, yes
regret, even grief
but relief as well
for running is
hard sweaty work
with expectations
by those who stand
along the roadside
to watch the race unfurl
and, more, much more
to reckon with
by the one who runs
I think that must be
the way of death
Loss, regret, grief
but relief as well
No more expectations
by those who watch
or by the one who runs
Just relaxing
into the everlasting arms
John Robert McFarland
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