A RACE CALLED LIFE

None could ever this mystery unfold

Whence doth one come from and whence doth he go

An infant, a toddler then youth till one is old

Each steadily moves towards death's goal.

A life that's so short, lived in chaos

In pursuit of possessions, precious years are lost

Health takes a dip, worries rise

Happiness is buried under greed and strife.

Slow down Man! there's music in the air

Now savor the beauty that nature shares

Laugh not to cry, enjoy and have fun

Because death never does anyone shun.