Some walk through life with joie de vivre
Gerry was one of my favorite running buddies. We did five marathons together bemoaning every day all the endless hours needed to train. Among his multiple talents, Gerry was a brilliant wordsmith. He regularly wrote letters to members of our running group. This is the last poem he wrote for our group before he passed away with a brain tumor eight years ago. I often think of his dry wit, special flare in how he dressed, and his long-standing friendship.
Some walk through life with joie de vivre; some tiptoe through with caution
With some there’s lithe and fluid grace, with other great contortions
There are some clear-eyed vision types who seem never to be squinting
Other jog with apparent ease, yet sometimes trip while sprinting
This daily trek along life’s trails may have wearied some morning voices
Yet early they rise for they’ve discovered they don’t have many choices
As they make their way along life’s trails, wherever they may roam
Remember a friend who honored you with this modest little poem.