We ran together when we had nothing to say,
The thump-thump of our feet on silky tarmac,
Rain pouring in uncomfortable sheets,
Running in rivulets down our ruddy cheeks,
We are joined together in physical pain
And no words can sever the emotional stress
That comes to fruition by Friday night.
We look forward to Saturday, the early morning
Whether rain or shine, we will pull on our trainers
And hit the roads, onto the trails and under the oaks
That drizzle like sad old men that bend over our path.
We draw strength from those trees
And the roots at our feet, the heart feeling lighter
And a smile on our faces as we come through the door,
Stripping our clothes and falling on sofas
Ready for a week that will drain the batteries
And excited for Saturday when freedom arrives.
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“That drizzle like sad old men that bend over our path.”
This is terrific, creative writing!
Thank you. I always think trees are like old men, rolling their eyes at us young humans as we race past at break neck speed!
I think Tolkien would agree!
Love this! Very relatable