Sunday, August 5, 2012

Walking Against the Wind

Growing old is inevitable when one still breathes. Usually it doesn't bother me...just a passive of time...But when I try to walk up our hill to the main road I get frustrated for I've always enjoyed walking. Each year the path seems steeper and my destiny seems harder to reach while the wind pushing against me becomes stronger.

Walking Against the Wind

M. C. Arvanitis

Up the hill where the road is smooth. 
Where believers always win. 
I take two steps forward, one step back.
Walking against the wind.

Pain stiffens my legs. I catch my breath
And push ahead to where I've been.
Before I slipped into this valley low,
But I'm walking against the wind.

It seems only yesterday. I was young
My body danced and with a grin.
I ran, for nothing bothered  me 
Not even this hateful wind. 

I'll reach the top, if I die trying
For quitting is a sin. 
But Lord it's hard to keep on going
When walking against the wind.