Russell G. Robison


Sometimes my body screams at me
To make me realize
That there are things I try to do
Where I should comprise

My feet tell me they’ve had it
And both legs of mine agree
As I begin to wonder
Just how much is left of me

Don’t like the thought occurring
That I cannot reach my dreams
We all get beaten up here
In this world of such extremes

I’ve always kept the throttle down
When I have faced the wind
A flaw inside my character
Still tells me not to bend

I feel my strength is fading
On this journey I have sought
Perhaps I’m growing toxic
From the food, the air, and thought