The Race of Life

Imagine you are on a race track,

With hundreds of people far and wide.

All of them who want to compete for the race,

With a great, big puff, I sighed .

Quite suddenly a figure appears,

All covered up in golden hue.

Who he was, and where he came from,

That was something, no one knew.

He raised his long and slender hand,

And the ground quietened down.

Soon when the whispers died,

There wasn't a single sound.

His hand went down,

And all hell went loose.

Everybody ran as fast as they can,

Nobody wanting to lose.

I ran as fast as I could,

Until I finally saw red.

Using my last reserves of energy,

I crossed the others, who shared the look of dread.

The man came to me,

And gently touched my head.

He delivered to me that I had won something great,

Something very great, he said.

I woke up to a warm touch,

The touch of my mothers hand.

I reached out and touched her back,

Though I felt a little sad.

While at my next moment with her,

I actually saw her face.
And this finally made me realize,
That it was worth winning that race.

This is how everyone's journey begins,

Yet it isn't the end of the trail.

You have to keep fighting and trying in life,

And you to always keep up your sail.

-OceanGrapher