Rat Race

When you're in a race
And the rats are winning,
And you feel your blood
Begin to boil;
When the pressure's up
And the chips are down;
When you're tired from all
The strife and toil...

There's no secret trick to winning.
In your hand you hold an ace.
Just remember when beginning-
Slow and steady wins the race.

Friday, August 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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