July 25, 2012

Final Turn?

Final Turn?
By John R. Greenwood
I lost track counting laps
Was each lap a month? A year?
It doesn't matter now
The race began so long ago
No pit stops on this track
The rails all connected
Allow no escape
Once begun 
You are in the race for good
So off I go 
Month after month
Year upon year
Piling one atop the other
The stretch call not yet visible
Yet lurking lays
Just out of sight
Not quite out of mind
The heart remains full and pounding
Maybe another race?
Maybe a brand new pile? 

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