The Human Race
Life flies so fast at such a pace
We are all caught up in the Human Race
From when we are born until we die
It doesn't flow it seems to fly
Time is our master so it seems
No time at all to pursue our dreams
The clock ticks steadily away
As we grow older day by day
As the clock continues on
Old hopes and dreams have long since gone
Pause for a moment to reflect
The end for you is not here yet
There's lots of living to be done
Lots of battles to be won
Face the world with a smiling face
And get right back in the Human Race
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2019
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