Running in Fallís chill morning
Crisp sunlight warming the back
In sweet illusion of youth
Strength to press weary legs on.
Miles and more miles lengthen stride
Heart surging, muscles singing
Sprinting kick for the last lap
Care of the soulís temple or pride?
No idle question is this
Nor denying physical joy
For our journeys have one end
How and with whom we go are all.