She runs so very fast
but where has she gone?
Only turned a few corners
nearly breaking the dawn.
Can she really run forever?
An athlete at her best.
Her desire to run away,
She questions my intrest.
Good at what she does,
She told me she'd run.
I blink my eye,
and she was done.
Was I not up to speed?
Could I not compete?
But she came around again,
I was out of my seat.
She really likes to run!
If I could slow her down,
I'd take her by the hand,
and whisper a few sounds.
My little precious runner,
Where does she have to go?
Back into these arms please,
I promise to to slow.
Written by George Lynch
Dedicated to S.B.
No comments:
Post a Comment