Run A Marathon

                                       
                                                    Run A Marathon

Never when

Ghosts

Witches

Cancer winds
Blowing a man under a bus

When

Biblical storms pelt

A bus and a man

Never ever

Never ask why

Never bury his soul

On an abandoned  field

Blind starless skies

Buses don’t talk

Earth all quiet

Skies blind and silent

Ghostly winds blow

Cancer comes

Storms shall be passing

So as laughing hurricanes
Live today

Run a marathon tomorrow
Run slow 
You have time
Life is after tomorrow