When Nothing Else is Left

Posted: October 9, 2015 in Boobs, poem, poet, poetry
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When nothing else is left
we will think of what we had
When nothing else is left to do
we will search for a thing not done
The finish line is never reached
For there will be the end
A knowing man may slow the pace
And doubt that the race will be run again
When we slow to a steady walk
And watch others still run and fall
We take a breath, throw off our shoes
and see that it was not a race at all.

DSS

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Comments
  1. So true, “DSS”!
    The only person I compete with in life is me.
    Hope you are having a good whee-kend!
    Noticed the tags and wondered how I missed the “boobs” in this post!? 😉
    HUGS!!! 🙂

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