The Race Poem by Amar Agarwala

The Race



THE RACE

With time I had a life long race
But it was far too quick for me,
I tried my best to match its steps
Because it trailed my destiny.

When I fathomed my time was up
I had to stop this maddening race,
The best in life was left behind
Squandered away without a trace.

The race had purged my final breath
And with it went my life-long song,
My dreams and hopes all put away
With me sealed in a box oblong.

When dusk upon my bier lay
The heavens paused that I could be,
Given some time to catch my breath
Could there be greater irony?
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The Race
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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A NOTE ABOUT LIFE

We are in a tearing rush all our lives... almost as if we are in a race with life. But few realize while they live that you can never beat life, for it is the creator of this game we play on earth. So let us keep aside this frenzy and rush and pause to catch our breath. The present is fleeting on butterfly wings... and soon it will be time to die.
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