The Race of Life
You bend and take position
Shoulders down, legs straight
Bang! You run.
Fast at first, then slower.
You run for your name, your pride.
You run for what seems like a lifetime.
At last you see the finish.
You sprint as fast as possible.
You stumble but regain your footing
just as the other runner catches up...
Do you win? That's up to you.
Reason for writing:
This is the first poem I ever wrote. What started out as a
school assignment turned into a wonderful Past-time. This
was written while I was talking to a friend about how the
odds for or against us could so easily change.
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