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Some of you have found your feet

Some of you just pretend

Whether truthfully you've found your want

I'm equally as glad

You've found something to walk for

Or run such as your pace

Whether smoothly

Or in stumbles

You're looking for your place

Why am I always the last

To tie my shoes up tight

The last to streach my tired knees

And leave the starting line

I don't see any goal

To strive for in this now

And being left all alone

Seems not enough somehow

Sure you have your fears

You trip and sometimes fall

But you have the courage

To take the first step

Which I just can't do at all

You ask me for advice

I'll tell you just don't stop

The past is gone and over

Just watch it where you stomp

I wish I could run with you

And steady you with a hand

But this is your OWN last lap

Somewhere a finish

And an end



Maybe in the next race

I'll join you

...When I can keep up....