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 Waiting on Motivation
The tide of my strength ebbs;
Waiting on the gift of energy.
Not sitting in my wait, though;
Deep breath; I take a step forward.
My pace picks up into a slow jog;
Patiently waiting on motivation.
Plodding along, feeling drained;
Hearing my heart pound.
Wanting to just call it a bad day;
Stop… and go have a Guinness.
Struggling in my mind,
As well as in my body.
A mile in, feeling wasted;
The battle continues within.
Quit, Fred; just please quit;
Argues my mind with logic.
After all, a sixty year old man
Deserves to treat himself gently.
My legs continue to slowly churn;
Breath labored, focus so very dull.
Stride after stride, mile after mile;
I run into my future's horizon.
Life responds quietly with a smile;
I'm still waiting on motivation.
Screw it… just do it. (sorry Nike)
15Jun12
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