Traces

Footsteps now in the past A youthful yearning A runner once fast Torn by the grips of emotions Nostalgic glimmering of medals once won Old pictures tell stories The conquering son Forgotten memories encased in wood and glass First race, won by a mile Lonely nights soon to come Nothing then could hamper that smile Always one more finish line In good health, the spirit shall endure Newspaper clippings and well wishes In youth, always sure Faster, just a little…. So sure of another finish line No need to plan ahead The body once a shrine Fearless to a fault The future held bright things Many beleaguered doctor visits A young conquering hero whose heart sings Surely there will be another finish line