Life As Race Poem by Nation Sir LongFreeman

Not life as race or its racers have ceased
Nor will life ease or racers make it so
For all bests being a global dream appeased
Yet unreached and never will be reached whole,
Shall never cease to be the hearts’ yearning
But for the sake of some acute relief,
When one may be pleased to try this learning:
Goals precise as so useful and yet brief,
While realistic to now and the future
Endowed with right details of one’s approach
Firmness at work defeating one’s rupture,
And trying again, applying from due reproach,
There shall be surprise that all other things being same,
Triumph shall be a crown for all racers in life’s game.