Sunday, August 20, 2017
Winners––poem by Dorothy
Winners
First there are the Olympians,
the runners who head up the race,
win prizes and ribbons,
receive vast acclaim.
The rest of us
lag behind,
run out of breath
too soon,
wish we could find some place
to sit down.
Then there are the sexual athletes.
They can go on for hours,
rack up many wins.
The rest of us
have more or less lost interest,
check the weather,
wish our favorite programs
would hurry and come on.
And of course there are
the spiritual achievers.
They wear robes,
go sit on mountain tops,
grow long beards,
forget to eat.
We say our own prayers,
do our sacred movements,
read Rumi and Kabir,
hope for the best.
Dorothy Walters
August 20, 2017
