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I walk through the shadows,
my life's dream, not there.
No longer together,
one floor below, down the stair.

Forlorn, am I,
a pitiful sight.
Please let me sleep,
through the night.

A slight breeze,
ruffled her hair,
light brown in color,
no curls to share.

A beautiful smile,
she was unaware,
of the magic she held,
not one to compare.

Slender, she was,
a picture to see.
A joy, in my life,
for she loved me.

I saw her again,
knew by her look,
she read my emotions,
like a page from a book.

Greeted her warmly,
to see her smile.
Success came my way,
hadn't happened in a while.

What a beauty you are,
I thought to myself.
My emotions came back,
from off of the shelf.

As long as I live,
I'll remember this time,
she told me I do,
and our hearts intertwined.

Long the winds blew,
memories of our past.
Looking back at the years,
life's events are now last.

Like the wind
before the storm,
life was grand,
life was norm.

What happens next,
when love is anew?
Memories are gone,
love didn't renew.

For each of my days,
in my wretched life,
is my worry about
the health of my wife.

Awake I am,
a flickering flame.
Words flow out,
I hear your name.

My heart beats fast
nowhere to hide
the fears I have,
for this long slow ride.

My eyes flash,
with my fear
of losing you,
this coming year.

In the days,
before your time,
life was good,
a sunny clime.

We ran and swam,
most every day.
It wasn't work,
just fun to play.

Working hard on
a hay bailing crew,
dirty work, but,
earning money, too.

A life's path,
has failed, we.
The life wanted,
will no longer be.

My loved one,
cannot see,
our memories,
not meant to be.

Our life's adventure,
once so free,
no longer live,
in her memory.

My heart beats,
just for thee.
You are my love,
like it should be.

Halfway where.
I need to be,
mind at rest,
thoughts roaming free.

Watching you work,
satisfies me.
You are joyful,
a sight to see.

To run again,
is my goal.
Start my walk,
begin the toil.

Years, long ago,
6 miles I'd run,
every day, it was
not work, just fun.

Increase the miles,
more to come.
Fifty miles, each week,
and we weren't done.

A good friend,
said to me,
"A marathon, next,
low entry fee.

To Vancouver BC,
in the middle of May.
26.2 miles to run,
on our way.

Up the road,
thru Stanley Park,
over the bridge,
still a lark.

Halfway through,
starting to ache.
How much stress,
can this body take?

Finish line,
now in sight,
pickup speed,
I'll sleep tonight.

26.2 miles, 4hrs, 2 mins,
First marathon, 55 years old.