The race

I spent my boyhood running,
after footballs, after rabbits, after school.

A racehorse in the playground,
an arrow through the fields,
racing time and winning every time.

Then I ran helter-skelter into one of nature’s snares,
Now it takes me seven minutes to get up the stairs.


 

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