by Allison Beldon-Smith

Created on: January 23, 2009

Time passes all too quickly,

But I remember how it was

To run with the wind in my hair,

So fast I felt I could fly;

My heart matching my ponding feet,

Beat for beat,

As my lungs screamed run.

So fast we raced, the wind and I,

We left the world behind;

Liberated my body;

Unburdened my mind.

You who are young,

Go now for heaven sake

Leave me with joints that ache,

And heart that will not take the pace;

I have my memories.

Go race the wind while you can.

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