I ache all over

A marathon man

Worn out by foolish gesture

My feet pounding the pavement

Of an always lonely street

I never wanted to walk on

Adrenalin numbing my brain

But not the pain

Each step a jab

I suspect I deserve

My pace full of age and despair

Time running out

Miles before the finish line

Me, knowing I will not

Reach it before the crowds

Have gone and

The cheering expired,

That last flat flap

Of white sneakers

Coming in


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