Im bleeding in my shoes leading me to the blues so confused that i allmost fell down. The decisions i made with precision i laid each foot so well put on the ground. I stumbled a bit and wanted to sit but humbled i didnt lose breath. Im beginning to face that by winning this race places me closer to death. I always get passed i may come in last the finnish line comes within sight. The others do come and i shock with no run just another sin walks to the light. Yes my eyes wept they cry on my steps from the fear it is clear i will fall. The miles acheing my feet with a smile fakeing how sweet to pretend to the end that is all. Wonder why a good man that stood understand has to move just to prove he clearly has worth? I could rest from this test confessing im blessed but possesive by the walk here on earth....
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Author:
Terry dailey (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: LIFE IS A MARATHON
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This reads so well, like lyrics to a song. Wonderful.
Thankyou very much
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It's really very good.
Got a lovely flow
To it...
Thank you. p h rose.... Your comment is apreciated
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