Full Tilt

Youth is swift wind!
    A passing breeze.
A toddler running full tilt
    in a wide open park!
The leaping doe heart in the chest
    of first love;
The keen ears of a child, listening
    for Father Christmas.
Age is like a marathon runner.
      Moments, a string of fine pearls.
Family gathered around
      a cold hearth
Loss becomes a constant
      A dreaded friend.

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