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Ride On

A poem for a colleague and those who miss him, for now... 

Ride on brother, ride on 
You’ve had a tough climb 
You can now fill your lungs 
Lift your head and ride on. 

From the start you set the pace
Showed us what needed done 
Encouraged those less able 
And inspired all those around 

You always cheered on others 
Now your brothers and sisters 
Of all generations and nations 
Applaud your run for home 

The victor's crown awaits you 
We feebly struggle in your wake 
But you never sought the glory 
You just did what needed done 

So now you’ve crested the hill 
We’ve lost sight of you for now 
But your example spurs us on
And we’ll see you at the finish 

So ride on brother, ride on 
You’ve had a tough climb 
You can now fill your lungs 

Lift your head and ride on. 
Shalom
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Donald Ker said…
Thank you for this
Thursday, May 09, 2019 3:50:00 AM
Linda Brown said…
Such a beautiful poem -thank you so much
Wednesday, May 15, 2019 7:19:00 AM
Sean Adair said…
Thank you David. Absolutely spot on.
Sunday, June 02, 2019 3:12:00 PM
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