Running One More Time

Running One More Time

Fragile carcass as brittle as china
She remembers running chase down the lane
She skipped as a girl, raced as a woman
Lifting her skirts to get the most freedom
Swift as the wind, none could ever catch her.
Age has set up a scaffold of trauma
Telling her you are going far too fast
Her body stiff like a heavy anchor
Don’t see the point of skipping to the shops
Yet what she wants is the joy of the race.
Now to walk she has the aid of one cane
But today she carries another staff
That forces her legs to move much faster
Ah to run free with the wind one more time!
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