Monday, June 20, 2011

Jogging Downhill

At 40 when you run downhill
You feel as jogging up did at 20 still
That crick in the neck from high school camp
Is there in the middle aged morning damp
That bright invincibility all kids possess
Dissipates like smoke with age unless
You rage against the advancing night
To keep awake your youthful light
Like those magic Montreal dawns
When we used to talk all night long
As stars crawled across the arch divine
We emptied a bottle of cheap table wine
Until our heads were by happy slumber bent
And unto dark and sleep our bodies sent
So friend, I hope that you will
Race with me down that hill
Till we collapse in a spent content heap
And once again drink wine until bent unto sleep

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