Hurdles have been jumped.
Races have been won.
Knees have been scraped...
And lost dignity overcomed!
Challenges have been faced,
In sight of naysayers...
And things attempted,
Can now be said were done!
What next awaits the fate of one,
As the Sun continues to rise...
With more surprises yet,
To delight, excite and come!
'What next? '
Questions the champion pacing.
Who now slowly strolls...
And ages in a process no one controls.
But no one that dares,
Prepares to 'Stop! '
The sun may set!
But not grab hold,
Of this run that's bold...
And defiant!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There will always be a next.... it may be at a slower pace but the excitement of the discovery and the attainment will still be there.... The game has always had the ability to evolve in a way unexpected.... you cant prepare for even the final chapter... for this game has no winner.... Alison