Old marathoners never die,
They just fade away
Bombarded with memories 
Of the speed of movement 
They once had.

When I turned ninety
My body reminded me
That I too, was a mere mortal
And my time was limited,
But I kept moving
With a smile on my face
And a twinkle in my eye,
Remembering the runners’ high
That had me soaring
Above the clouds 
With my feet barely
Touching the ground
And the future an endless
Challenge.