Back when his eyes were bright
and his back was strong
he could do it all
On paper, the world was his
Events unfolded, as they should,
and his freedom became tethered to
self-imposed visions of grandeur,
fear of the unknown stole some of the shine
Youth, they say, is wasted on the young
Spending time looking for an opening,
an attempt to escape the inevitable,
he sped down back roads,
adding hard miles to his ride
And when his carriage gave way, bones and tires
protesting too many potholes and dark alleys,
he paused to discard his map
and confront his fears
Holding onto the idea that superficial flaws
may be many but quality of spirit sustains,
he was ready to take his
final ride
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