Written for Spidey's Weekly Contest using prompt word "marathon" |
RACING HEART ****** My heart is racing, like a runner in a marathon, but I'm a bit too slow to win the race, although I try, there is a finish line I'll never see. Who ever thought that when I got old I'd still be attracted, in a way that puts me in a befuddled state. Old people can still love. Thoughts of passion tire me (and yet they come, unbidden) What would people say, I wonder, if they saw my white hair blowing willy-nilly in the wind as I stand at the starting gate with a racing heart? Better that I let the youngsters go and spend my time on loftier thoughts like saving the whales, that thought occurred to me as I was looking in the mirror at the change that has taken place; somewhere in this body there is a thin, vibrant and lovely person wishing it could get out - once more. Countrymom 4/25/06 |