A tribute to evergreen athlete Joy Johnson (89) who died on Monday, the day after completing the New York Marathon . . .
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| A recent birthday card - but I'm not counting! |
Death is before me today,
Like the recovery of a sick man,
Like going forth into a garden after sickness;
Death is before me today,
Like the odour of myrrh,
Like sitting under the sail on a windy day;
Death is before me today,
Like the odour of lotus flowers,
Like sitting on the shore of drunkenness;
Death is before me today,
Like the course of the freshet,
Like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house,
When he has spent years in captivity.
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ReplyDeleteRest in peace Joy Johnson.
ReplyDeleteRIP??? This woman's a marathon runner Pat. If I know anything about runners after my last 25 years going at it she'll already have itchy feet!
ReplyDeleteA favourite poem of Aldous Huxley by the way.
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