STAMINA AND SPEED.

When first I saw him as a young boy,
You could see energy surge through every limb,
Life to be lived to the full, every moment a joy.
He was as fast as a hare, no one would catch him.

As a young teen he’d dance half the night through,
Go off to collage as well as a full days work,
Hike and climb, ride a bike in the winter too,
No job to hard, nothing would make him shirk.

Later he’d play with the children at night,
After a hard day’s work, stay up quite late
Decorating or fixing, making everything bright,
He would do everything, even fix the garden gate.

We’d drive for miles to play at the beach,
He was never to tired to help out a friend,
He never became weary, alway ready to teach
A new skill to a child, there till day’s end.

The energy gushed through him like fire,
His speed was the talk of the town,
If things needed doing he was there to inspire
And work while the younger ones sat down.

For the first time in his life, he has to go slow,
The desire is still strong, his heart is still willing,
But little by little the stamina is getting low,
There is a lot more life, but for slower living.

M Ann Margetson March 24 1999 ©
POEMS99/Stamina
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