Running Man
Running man, the road is yours
As fleet of foot you fly
Across meridians of day
The miles going by
With no Achilles in your heel
And glory in your eye
Be long, your longest run
The winding road you take
Which brings you out and back again
With torment none, nor ache
To still the beating spirit
The beating heart awakes
Take to the hills today
The hurt that bears no sorrow
The grief that falls unburdened
Within the running hour
That it may still your struggles
Your troubles disempower
And with your footsteps bear you on
Through all of your tomorrows –
Copyright © John Oldham | Year Posted 2023
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