The Final Bend
Today
I heard them say that things were now much better.
That place, which I had founded by God's Grace
And into which my soul was poured
Now has new staff, directors and another board.
It's changed from early years
So when I come to chat, I sign a visit book
And reception sometimes gives a sideways look
To wonder 'who is he?'
All that work, the self's esteem, confined to
Annals on the shelf. It's come, it's gone
And all is now a 'once has been'.
My prime of life is slipping well behind,
A runner slowing in his race and then
Another pack begins to lap and overtake
With faster pace than mine, now fading
Eyes now counting every shortened stride,
Still bright, though, still lifted to the finish line.
Will it be a race well run?
Too late to start from blocks again.
Besides who wants the blows, the knocks
The daily strain. For those who run
Their life race well the finish is a passing line
Another Starter's gun, a new race just begun
And so this final turn upon the track
Though slow, holds promise of a head
Held high, and joyful shouts when passing by:
'Well done! Well done! a race well run!
Now come and place your hand in Mine'
Copyright © Bob Kimmerling | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment