Race Of Life Poem by Joseph Sakyiamah

Many I have come to realized,
Fingers are not equally same;
Many time has proving,
It fly's along the wind,
Without saying goodbye.

Many I have seen and notice,
Some rise and falls,
Some falls but stands;
Stand till they hold,
Whilst some falls without standing.

Many the river has to say to the sea,
Every page has it own story,
To unfold someday,
The darkness and light,
They once saw in life.