Race

Its a metaphor for life :)

Anticipation for the starting gun.

Engrossed by the crowd's screams,

Everyone begins the race,

Same time, same place, same dreams.

 

Clustered into one tight pack,

No one's ahead or behind.

Each one has an equal chance,

To be the first to the finish line.

 

One lap gone and three to go.

Some stop for needed rest.

Others try to break away

Their motto, "no regrets."

 

Towards the middle is the real test.

More racers start their pass.

But some decide to quit the race early,

For they have run out of gas.

 

Can it really be just one more lap,

The tired runners friend? 

Taking off and moving faster,

Sprinting to the end.

 

Exhaustion fills their tired bones,

Along with a sense of relief.

Just because you don't finish first,

Doesn't mean you suffered defeat.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Tried to throw something meaningful in at the end. Take from it what you'd like.

Reviews

[Stan]

Good analogy of life.

[The Invisible Girl]

This is really good! Keep it up! 100/100

[Brian]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it :)

[The Invisible Girl]

You're welcome! :)

[That_Girl]

The metaphor is strong and your imagery is spot on. The poem flows well and is quite enjoyable. Great job!

[Brian]

Thank you so much!

[Steven Cash]

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great job