Traces
Footsteps now in the past
A youthful yearning
A runner once fast
Torn by the grips of emotions
Nostalgic glimmering of medals once won
Old pictures tell stories
The conquering son
Forgotten memories encased in wood and glass
First race, won by a mile
Lonely nights soon to come
Nothing then could hamper that smile
Always one more finish line
In good health, the spirit shall endure
Newspaper clippings and well wishes
In youth, always sure
Faster, just a little….
So sure of another finish line
No need to plan ahead
The body once a shrine
Fearless to a fault
The future held bright things
Many beleaguered doctor visits
A young conquering hero whose heart sings
Surely there will be another finish line
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