Checkered flags of the past, encouraging us to take
laps around the racetrack of our lives.
Scurrying and finding items of our desires, trying
to place them, setting each into schedules and agendas.
Wishing to impress others with our importance, yet in
reality, we only step into certain areas of our own.
In the end, life is meant to be a solo journey, nothing
ever mattering except whether we adhered to the Ten
Commandments or not.
Being judged when getting to heaven, our final aspiration
to be recognized for what we accomplished and did in our
lives.
Other people's opinions never having mattered in the first
place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your style of poetry and I agreed with you. Life in this world is our own personal struggle. People just make it harder by judging us. Could you please tell me the name of your style of poetry? I have added you to my friend list, I hope you are okay with that.