Branches swaying with
Autumn leaves dancing
To natures eternal song.
Blades of grass sparkle
With the morning dew
Providing a carpet ready
For the September day.
My heart is pounding as
Rivulets of sweat pour down
My weather beaten face as
I continue to grind out
Mile after mile, enduring
Pain and loneliness in
The hope of staving off
Infirmity, illness, muscle fatigue
Fear of the inevitable, an eternity
Without warning, the last stanza of
A poem written with tears, and a
Recording of a life in search of resolution.
I charge on, hair matted on a damp scalp,
Eyes stinging from perspiration long ignored.
A golden sun rises offering a beacon of hope
As it traverses a blue, cloudless sky.
The pressure in my ears shouts a warning,
"You better stop this torture or you will......"
The thought ends as I see my puppy waiting
At the hill top, tail wagging, ready for the day.