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When I Ran Away From Me
When I ran away from me,
not even peach fuzz on my cheeks;
a life already ruined,
the stuff of mares with scarce a dream;
by the time I was saved
I was already lost,
my heart a pumping mess
of abandoned motions tossed;
trampled on by those
we're supposed to count on when we're young,
I ran away from me
before my life had ere begun.
In the forty years of running
I let loose the core of me;
traded I for liquor and a lie that I was free.
But the steps, they built upon themselves
until wisdom knocked upon the door;
always running tiresome,
that endless search for 'more'.
The first falter in my gait,
remembered clearly in her face;
the moment when I knew I could begin to
stay in place.
But life, the trickster that it is,
had one more laugh on me;
the beauty holding me in sway
was a runner too, you see.
And my Lord, we ran together,
both chasing hard upon the dream;
a sober life, silence and a smile- thirteen years later
(I know it been a while),
both our feet together, at last came to a rest;
our love enough of what we have and stand to lose
the one thing we wouldn't test.
then, The Glorious Drunken Night,
my life, my wife said “No!” to booze....
and we both stopped running.
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