between the dates

Sometimes I walk,
Sometimes I run.
Sometimes I stumble and fall,
Other times I climb and crawl.

Sometimes the path is smooth,
Sometimes it's straight.
Sometimes it's winding,
Other times it's rough and stony.

Sometimes a company of good cheer,
Sometimes a strong arm, a pat on the back.
Sometimes I trudge in silence,
Other times a wound to my side is all I feel.

You looked up and ahead when all feared the rear,
You were white and true in a sea of yellow.
Your name is known for the race you ran to gold,
But your life was great for its witness to grace.

What will be my race's sum at the final line?
The dash between the dates.

Inspired by E.H. Liddell

sč
KL, April 7th, 2007