i used to run.
five miles three times a week,
then four sessions
of basketball
on the other days.
then work, up and down
tall ladders,
but things have changed.
the cartilage is worn
away.
bone on bone.
but I've left nothing on
the table,
no regrets, no wishing i
had run one
more time up the trail,
or played one
more game.
the same holds true for love.
I've given it
my best shot.
no regrets, despite the pain.
no wishing
i had met one more
woman, asking me, why
aren't you kissing me,
whispering my name.
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