He had run this race for so long,
Breaking bones and pressing on.
Hurdles that he could not leap,
Noting could be done.
This race he has endured,
But now he nears the end.
Broken spirits,
Broken dreams,
Everything he aspired to be,
Floats down the track,
Into the mist,
Cannot be seen.
This Gauntlet of fire,
Life as i can see,
Nears its end when our hearts no Longer have a flame to press on.
