Christopher Buchheit Poems

Yesterday a stranger came knocking at my door,
Fraught with welcome and good intentions,
But the decision to allow her entrance would not be easy,
Such sweetness and grace is indeed hard to refuse,
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So suddenly it seems our roads diverged,
Leading us down paths likely to never meet again;
But like an angel your spirit follows me always
An angelic spirit beckoning me to recall days gone by,
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In my youth I ran many miles,
My feet carried me over multitudes of hills and mountains,
Always savoring that last long mile;
The pride of achieving what every runner dreams
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