Running

It seems there's no more running, As more time sneaks up behind us, The youthfulness we once possessed, Has sunk so deep inside us... That though we feel so young at heart, Our age shows on the surface, Each mirror that we look to blame, Has finally found its purpose... Reminding us what used to be, And what may could have been, Dividing every wrinkle seen, Between bifocal lenses... But as my legs get weaker, And my stride becomes no longer, Its me who bless each preacher, Since my soul has gotten stronger.. That is when I thank the Lord, For the life that he has given, Then turn around to face the world, Through the eyes of all the living...