I run with a baby on my back.
I run with my old age and tact.
I run with veggies and rice.
I run with the fruit I diced.
I run with my daughter.
I run with a tub of water.
I run with potatoes.
I run with tomatoes.
I run with speed.
I run with heed.
I run with pace.
I don’t run with haste.
I run with wrinkles to show my age.
I run through my village, my spirit on stage.
