No Finish Line
the slow snail the fast fly now taunts,
his flight speed he boastfully flaunts,
so he zips and zaps low and high,
in a spider's web doomed to die.
to each his time, to each his pace,
there really is no rigid race,
you sprint your way and I crawl mine,
there really is no finish line !
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2006
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