The Race

Our lives are like a never ending race.
We start with a big “boom” and soon are off.
Each person starts off at a different pace,
But later we may need to stop and cough.
Each journey in our lives is like a stride.
Each hardship we may face is like a hill.
Each person we pass up fills us with pride,
Though often we may fall against our will,
Sometimes our lives may take a sudden turn.
We need to keep on going ‘till the end.
Often our bodies ache and our lungs burn,
But running is our life, it is our friend.
The finish line will be where we have died,
And even if we didn’t win, we tried.