the whistle blew
and our entire
gym class was off,
charging down
the football field
like a stampeding
herd of buffalo
the pounding footsteps
thundered in our ears,
the earth turned
under our feet–
we all knew how
important this first
race against
our peers was
it was a sorting;
something that could
set a pattern, a template
for all time
nobody wanted to be
that kid that came
in last that day
so we ran for our lives
yet, if I knew then
what I know now
I would’ve walked
And I would have kept you company.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
A Truth Learned!
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Thank you!🤗
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Friend!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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I like this poem. It is full of wisdom!
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Thanks, Susan!🤗
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Fantastic, Michael. So evocative of my own past. Thank you.
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Thank you!!🤗
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“….if I knew then what I know now…” Ain’t it the truth.
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It sure is. Just think how it would be to know everything you do now in grade school 🏫
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Scary. On the other hand, I sometimes feel like I want to regain the ‘innocence’ of those days. Like, I almost wish I didn’t know what I know – or… suspect what I suspect. 😉
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I know what you mean😊
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I love this SO much! I was usually the kid who came in last….it would have been nice to have someone to walk with….
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Thanks, Karie!!😊
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