Feeling the race of life,
I'm lost today..
Coming to the finish,
faint of mind, body, and spirit ..
Battered,bruised, weak,
and spent..
Tortured, bloody,
callused, near
forgotten..
Sorrowful, tearful,
and berated..
Looking at the crowd,
running to finish..
No one there to say
Well done ..
Just faceless images
I see as I stumble and
finish..
Last to cross..
No accolades of gladness..
Just my tears..
Patsy McNutt Morgan
03/22/17
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