Sunday, March 8, 2020

Morning Jog

Old knees complaining;
Crisp air failing to supply enough oxygen;
Memories of running fast taunting him
While he huffed his way around the track.
Half a Century – Where did the time go?

So much uncertainty and disappointment:
Politics and Race,
Health and Age,
Worried Children and Aging Parents.
Confused about everything he looks up from his tired feet,
Pounding away,
To the blue sky.
And,
Just then,
A hawk sails slowly and silently overhead
The tips of his wing bent slightly upwards
A sight so beautiful -
He wondered if he needed all fifty years
To appreciate it properly.

Time takes so much away 
But
Reveals life to be all the more precious.

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