A poem inspired by a conversation my granddaughter had with her grandpa....

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        GRANDPA, LET’S RACE!
 
   “Come grandpa,” I shout. “Let’s have a race!
   I know of course, that you can’t match my pace.
   But I’ll slow down just a bit – (not enough to let you win though)
   But we can see just how fast we can go.
   What’s that you’re saying? You’re too old to run?
   I don’t agree, grandpa dear – running is so much fun.
   I love to pound the driveway with my feet, and feel the wind blow,
  And mama says running helps me to grow.
  Grandpa, why don’t you just turn off the switch in your head that makes you feel old?
  Then, start running with all your might – be fearless and bold!
  I’m sure you’ll have such great fun, grandpa, all you have to do is agree,
  To forget you’re old, and have a running race with me!”