How Best To Live, Presupposes Poem by james watkin

How best to live, presupposes
Life resembles a game.
Except I fail to see in it
Playful competing's merit.
A race to succeed, humours no
Passive onlooker's shame.

Better any such, as outcasts
Of such worldly demands
Placed on them, pant on fierce pant
Who know better. Indignant
Of what unfair seems, wrong ran for;
Unworthiest cheer commands.

If they do set their hearts upon
Any prize, with bowed plod
Unto that finish line advance:
Where, open-armed, for acceptance
Of the least, moreo're the loser
Stands, with said Heaven, God.