Notes About The Poem
I have been a dedicated (adddicted) runner since 1973 logging over 45,000 miles on these knees. Its MY TIME...when life actually comes to a stand still while I dart off to explore my world, on foot.
Why Run
Some things in life
Seem natural.
Riding a bike,
Shoes that get scuffed,
Swimming the lake,
Summertime hikes.
So why is it,
Some people run
Laps at the track,
Jaunts through the park,
Expanding lungs,
Pain without fun.
Answer is plain.
The joy of time,
Spent unafraid,
Far from the grind,
No calls to make,
Time all one’s own!
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