Let Us Finish the Race

Life is comparable To a sports event in a game; Like a race, it has both A beginning and an end. Similar to an athletic match, Rules are observed by each player; All are required with certain codes Of conduct and behavior. It closely resembles A championship bout; Protagonists aim at a precious prize By fierce fight, going all out. While the will to win In their hearts does dwell; Many yet fall short of even Getting close to the jewel. As in the case of a race, Some runners stumble; They even miserably fail To make it to the golden goal. Those who get dog-tired Would withdraw rather; Caring neither ignominy nor pain They bring on each supporter. Losers readily concede, Thinking they did their best; They reason not the win or loss But how they played matters. In life, we're not mere spectators But are the playing athletes; Aiming at the glorious reward At the end of the race. While there are similarities, There are also differences; The fight isn't between runners and us, But between us and the evil forces. We cannot afford to lose In this crucial contest with evil; Neither can we choose to retreat From the spiritual big battle. Struggle toward the finish line, For there is no graceful exit; Amid the din and the pains, We cannot give up and quit. We ought to shake off the burden Of sins right in our face; Run freely with determination, Let us finish the race.