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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the marathon of life, we run with grit, In the sprint of moments, we dash with grace. In the relay of generations, we pass the baton. Our legs pump like pistons, hearts our engines, Our breath is the fuel that fires our journey. We run through valleys of shadow and doubt, We run over hills of triumph and joy, We run beside rivers of tears and laughter. Our feet leave imprints on the track of time, Our sweat waters the flowers of our dreams. Our second wind always waits in the wings, Our hidden reserves hover just out of sight, Our untapped strength lurks beneath the surface. We inhale determination, exhale fatigue, We drink from the well of perseverance. We're strong enough to move mountains, We're powerful enough to shift paradigms, We're mighty sufficient to forge our paths. Our will carves canyons through fields of impossibility, Our resolve erodes the stones of obstacles. But gentle enough to embrace butterflies, But tender enough to nurture hope's delicate seeds, But soft enough to cushion a fallen comrade. Our hands, calloused from life's rough road, Our touch is a balm for the world-weary soul. We pace ourselves for the long haul, We stride purposefully towards distant horizons, We leap over hurdles that bar our way. Our race is not always to the swift, Our victory lies in the running itself. So we lace up our shoes of courage, So we stretch our muscles of resilience, So we warm up our joints of adaptability. Our course may wind, our path may twist, Our destination: the finish line of our potential.
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