Running Backwards Throughout Time

I'm going to take you out of here
scoop your frail little body in my arms
and run like there is no tomorrow.
For you, maybe there is.
I'll carry you to where ever it is
you want to go,
no need to ask,
I know it will be home.
This sterile hospital bed
is not your destiny.
Let me take you back
return your to you your dignity.
I'll be your legs
and your voice
everything will be your choice.
We'll return to yesteryear
together we'll travel there
I'll damn sure persevere.
There you'll walk again
don't fear
The fountain of youth
is were we'll cavort
and taunt that grim reaper
as we splash and cavort.
Peering in your pain filled face
while you lay sobbing gently
it is my own tear filled eyes
quietly begging back at me.
Take me out of here.
Backwards.
Run.


I had thought of naming this "He ain't heavy he's my brother" after the famous picture taken during the depression of two boys walking to boystown, an orphanage for homeless boys. When asked if the brother he was carrying on his back, was heavy, the first boy simply replied, "He ain't heavy, he's my brother." Kid said it all with that simple sentence,