Life is a Marathon.
That you only get to enter once.
A contest of endurance.
Ran by both the weak and the strong.
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This poem is so very true, very well put, with every breath the race continues. Tango.
From birth we all run toward the finish line Never know when we will cross it. But, slowly and surely, we all will cross it some day! Nice work, Jackie, thanks for sharing!