Life is a race and everyday is a lap,
Trying hard, bur unable to fill that gap.
In need of a break, in need of a nap,
No answers to be found in books or maps.
You start it, when your born,
and it ends when your gone.
For some, little sprint and they are done,
Some are able to run a marathon.
It is full hurdles, it is full of jumps,
You cross a pit, into hurdle you bump.
It is cruel and not dump,
Life never tells you what is to come.
Healthy, wealthy, miser and wise.
everybody of every shapes and size.
will have to do it, we have no choice,
we have to run, the race of life.
Yes, life is compared to a race in God's word. When running, if the runner trips, he gets back up. If he gets winded, he slows down. But the runner never gives up and does his best. There is a book, a book of instructions, that helps run the race of endurance, the race for life. I write about this race for life in many of my poems. Keep writing, you write well. Thank you, with respect, Jeannie.
the race of life... true we are all participents in this race of life. hope we can win it with courage and hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...well said indeed....10+