Life is but a race, To which the world is the course
We run the track day after day without exception, by consciousness were forced
The Obstacles we face are by way of change, or new addition
Just one thing wrong can throw you off, Cause we so rely on repetition
The race is exhaustive and it may cause us to, Tire down as we ware and get worn,
And doubly so as our families grow, Parenting successors that to us are born
The experiences you have are priceless, You use it to teach and learn your team
Showing them how to do things, And teaching them of all you know and have seen
Others judge us by our accomplishments, What we have and what were worth.
It seems as though its been this way, Ever since our birth.
The only judgement that matters Is the one given from the top
The one given to you at the end after the checkered flag goes to drop
Your tickets stamped awaiting the train the last ride you'll ever take
Will it be torment and pain or peaceful bliss it seems it's gods choice to make
So let the goodness show, and you go slow dont boast or begin to brag
Finish strong dont take to long dont fall or begin to lag
Lifes got you running in circles, round and round in a figure 8
But dont lose sight as others might repent now before it's too late
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Life's Lonely Road (A Poetry Collection)
PoetryLIFES LONELY ROAD A Poetry Collection Each poem in "Life's Lonely Road" has it's own unique theme based on one of life's many lessons that we all come to learn...
