Race of Life
What lies inside?
What is to come?
Questions and answers join the run.
Love and pain come and go throughout these days.
But we live on.
Good and bad walk hand in hand.
On the path which we must follow.
Worst is always first, along with stress and fear.
But good is sure to follow before you drowned in your sorrow.
Yes, this race is long and full of trial.
But, is the shortcut worth your while?
When the race is run and the finish line is well in sight; the mystery which lies ahead, is left for you to write.
By. Brandy S. Berner
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