Is that the finish line? I recognize that tree.
I cannot separate soon-to from used-to-be.
We’ve run a million miles, but not so very far
From where those two limbs fork, where our initials are.
Is that the finish line? I recognize that smile.
Be back where it all began in just a little while.
Is that the finish line? I recognize that face.
No need to hurry now; there is no second place.
That vicious circle ran me ragged now and then,
But it’s a hoot now that I have my second wind.
Is that the finish line? Got here but don’t know how.
I know you still have the map, so can we go home now?
Is that the finish line? Look there: I see the time—
That priceless thing you did that cost me not a dime.
I’ve kept it in my heart, wrapped in a golden dream.
Reminding me bad times are more than what they seem.
Our walk around the block detoured to everywhere.
You brought back a ton of memories and love to share.
Is that the finish line? Your secret’s safe with me—
It is my template for true grit and sanity.
(It’s how the bees spell buzz; it’s what the new bird sings.)
I pray, “Dear Lord, deliver me from lesser things.”
The finish line: Ain’t that a fine how-do-you-do?
If you’ll hold my hand, I’ll walk the final steps with you.