Knees (a get well to Art Meyer)
 
you support me
bending to my demands
carrying me farther than you would like
 
and now I guess it has been far enough
those hills too foolish and long
those roads a bit gravelled and hard
 
well then forgive me
I'll wait while you mend and meditate
but don't forget your place my friends
 
I've got more miles to run and ruminate
women to chase and philosophy to support
grandchildren to lift to the sun
 
we'll slow down one day soon enough
but not just yet
not today or tomorrow or next year's race
 
be a bit flexible with my stubborn ways
I'm still racing time you see
and it knows no such humility
 
                                            © Chuck Beals 2001