Alas, here I stand.
Mid-stride I pause
In my journey,
For it seems that yours
May have been led askew.
While your shoes were not fully worn,
Your records not yet run,
You have left in your wake earthen paths-
Well trodden-
Wom by your relentless will
That you proudly carried
With grace of stride.
Upon your journey's
Often, I would witness struggle,
Your stride not always in rhythm,
And yet you persisted,
Cadence never broken,
Will never bent.
You were not surprised by your hardships
For it was you
Who with purpose and vigor
Greeted them with intent to conquer.
I struggle to find similarities
For you differed more often than not.
Yet, you ascended the same path-
Woven as brothers
And united as team.
It seems of late
That you crested a hill
And I cannot climb.
You have taken a path,
And I cannot follow.
If I seek the courage
To mimic your stride,
Perhaps, upon a day
When my spikes have been hung
We shall rise again
For another run.