Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2013
They train and they train to run,
some are serious and some for fun,
               with friends or family, a journey.

It is a journey that takes courage,
but when they train to compete or complete,
they are on their own.

No one can do it for them.

For all who were there or saw it on TV,
social media and next days paper,
the struggle, Will Be.

The race has changed course,
hardly any will notice they
just race to keep up.

No one can do it for them.

Boston is waking up and will again and again.
The sun will rise and set, courage will be found,
where? it may surprise us all.

Even make you catch your breath.

For these few are many too many.
Catch their tears and water the forests.
Though there will be grit.
No one can do it for them.

Don't stand in front, they need to see the future.
There is space for a stripe of people on the left.
Another space for a stripe of people on the right.
Behind them place a stripe of people too.
                                                                               Stars overhead.

No one can do it for them.
So stand with them,
                                      after all life has become the marathon.
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
686
   bex and rained-on parade
Please log in to view and add comments on poems