The Fugitive
From Sixty-Three to Sixty-Seven, we watched it,
upon our tiny TV screens.
We banned all phone calls or interruptions of
these fascinating scenes.
Dr. Kimball had been convicted
of the murder of his wife.
On the day set for his execution
he'd escaped and ran for his life.
He ran, looking for the true murderer,
the one armed man he saw,
at same time steps ahead of Lieutenant
the dogged arm of the law.
I watched every single episode
of those four seasons, so
how did I miss the ending
on the last night of the show?
For nearly fifty years I've wondered,
did he win or did he lose?
If he's still running, I am certain,
he's worn out those running shoes.
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