WALKING THE MILE

WALKING  THE  MILE

Walking the hall, doing her mile

Fifteen laps, no longer with style

An old lady now, must do the walks

Time hasn't conquered, now she talks

Must do the laps, not her choice

Bones grow old, she gives voice

The words she produces

Bring forth the juices

to conquer fear.  Can you hear?

Fears of being wrong

She might not be strong

Might lose her song

She might not be right

She might lose the light,

. . . the fight, the might

Might lose her way - Forget how to play

She'd have to pay - but what can she say

Except

You gotta try

You want to give up?

You want to fly - Away?

But

Fifteen laps make a mile

And she'll stay awhile - longer.

Is anyone seeing this, if not you miss

Her cry of why - Why she'll try

I'm telling you

I'll tell you true

This is not goodbye

This is not adieu

There may be more

Someday

Mariam Lewis Heiny Cheshire

Nov. 23, 2013

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