The Runner
Amidst the clamor and the fray,
The runner emerges to start his day,
For in the act of running, he does find,
A respite from life and peace of mind.
His face to the wind, his back to the sun,
He presses forward, his journey begun,
Heart and lungs find their steady pace,
And worries fade as he starts the race.
With a rhythm to follow, a beat to keep,
His breathing is steady, his strides so steep,
Each step a note, music in flight,
Rhythm in motion, a glorious sight.
For the runner knows with every mile,
There’s sense of self, a reason to smile,
A discipline, a purpose, a journey to pursue,
A life moving forward, a dream come true.
— Abel Keogh
4/29/2023
