The Race

they stood at the starting crease poised for the gun to be fired, hundred meters to run and ease then that gold that heart desired! morning sun set their skin aglow, flags of nations with hopes raised, black, white, all body shades we know, pride of event, differences erased! 9 seconds at best is all might take, winners, losers in fractions of scale, how a few seconds can a winner make, with years training, some yet may fail! Life is a long race that we all run that often starts with our own cry, there is no gold when it is all done, a few tearful thoughts at final good bye! Life’s race is not a race at all, should you really think about it, time bound journey of body and soul wisdom gained at fate’s gambit. I travel alone, have no one to defeat, If you want to win, just pass me by, at final rest, one day we shall meet, no winners or losers, we did all try!! Written 18/06/2023 rhyme Syllable counts from 7 to 10. Not for any competetion- there is no race!