Life Sketch ~ Poem by M. Asim Nehal

I find myself at the finish line, a weary sigh,
after years of toil beneath a sun-drenched sky
the race is run and many battle fought and won,
few victory tasted, few lost under scorching sun
now no longer striving, the heart now finds release,
a quiet joy, a well-deserved peace
Is this all life is about living?
at times the muscles ache, but the spirit soars,
contentment settles, where ambition roars
Life's grandure with threads of silver bright,
a gentle bliss, in the fading light.