So this must be the way
it is to be old, this
morning
after the race
when my muscles are a map
of warring nations
none of them winning
only engaged in mutual
self-destruction, MAD
with weary mind
and steps so slow
This must be the way
it is to be old, this
morning
after the race
But I have not run a race
in a long, long time
John Robert McFarland
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