At an age, you come to realise

At an age, you come to realise,
If the race could once again be run,
Not for self or selfish gains but,
For those whom you love.

We are given the chance to run a race,
Let us run with all our might,
No faliure is ever final,

Run with all your might.

Set a goal,an achievable one,

Reach it in stipulated time,

Race that is meant for sucess,

Race is the rythm of life.