The Human Race Poem by RIC BASTASA

in this race
everyone is a participant
for no one
is exempted for no
one is special
there is leveling
at the finishing line
where lame or dumb
or articulate and
intelligent
come
and there those who
were ahead of us
do not wait
do not cheer
for they have to go
to another open space
that someone talks
about
there are no winners
neither losers
there are only
finishers
who must proceed
to a higher game
again.