A Body Strong
I was born to run like the wind!
Alas, age took away my legs!
I can no longer keep a steady pace,
as I try to walk away,
my pain will not subside!
All I feel is my morning cries
as I rise it brings bleeding tears!
I’m growing weak before my eyes,
Losing control brings my worst fears.
Oh, if I could run
as I did when I was young!
Why must age destroy?
Why must pain always erase
the feel of a body strong?
9/4/16
For the Write One poetry contest
Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016
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