(May 17 1987 / Junction City Oregon)

What do you think this poem is about?

Racing*

every day of my life I feel like Im in a race
with a mini and I’m the yearling
who keeps tripping, falling, or stumbling over life
but never giving up
for I shall win the race
I win when the mini gives up
but I keep on running and running
away away from something
that’s not there
but I keep running from life
life it’s self is what’s scaring me
for life it’s self is what we all should be scared of
cause life it’s self can and will
kill you
it’s the most dangerous obstacle you’ll ever face

cause winning the race is not what counts
what counts is living throw life
that is the real challenge
and
the real race you should be winning

Submitted: Monday, September 29, 2008
Edited: Sunday, October 19, 2008


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  • David Threadgold (9/30/2008 11:58:00 PM)

    Often its not only the winning but the taking part which I think you are trying to show us, well done. must be a 10 regards Dave T

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