The Race
How can we know that the ones we love will live no more?
And the way they leave our lives is more permanent than a slamming door.
You lived his life looking into your child's face.
Never even knowing that he'll never finish the race.
He was the perfect son building his muscles on your farm.
It was a dangerous life, but he never came to any harm.
Then one summer night the highway took his youthful life.
The news they brought you cut your soul deeper than any knife.
Now you spend your days wondering what might have been.
He was a champion wrestler, an expert with a pin.
But he's gone forever, and things will never be the same.
And now you can't help but cry at even the thought of his name.
But you've got to move on and learn to be strong.
It's hard sometimes to realize that life can be so wrong.
Then one day you wake up and realize certain things.
How life can be so mysterious with the changes that it brings.
All at once you know that your son is in a special place.
And you no longer have to worry for him, because he's won his race.
Copyright © Scott Williams | Year Posted 2023
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