Life is a race,
exist in a phrase,
that is' DO OR DIE ',
it starts with 'what',
and ends with 'why',
From adaptation to adoptation,
from being conscience to conscious,
but still can be exquisite(excellent) ....
Life is a delight,
for those who debare,
give a note of extra care,
who life and adore the fruits of there dare,
and for the rest it is always 'unfair'....
Because they don't debare,
and even dont care....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
life is certainly a race i have it here in iit well done