At the start of our life's quest
We are ready and prepared to compete,
Some are given the rocky path
While others will take to the concrete,
Some will walk upon a smooth calm road
While others will take the busy street,
Some will be carried and pampered
While others will bruise and burn their feet;
At the end of our life's odyssey
At that finish line we all will greet,
We all will be tired and hungry
But, we will be strengthened, and we'll fill complete,
When our being is over, it is over
Life and its race we cannot ever repeat,
At the end of all of life's journeys
All the roads, they all will meet.
Randy L. McClave
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life and its race, good writing, thanks,