The race of life
"The Race of life" by Blossom Monyei
The race of life
I am about to describe
Where some has to work and strive
While the others bribe.
As the first car runs faster than the other
With ease it crosses every border
It wins every level
Without any struggle.
The second car lacked speed.
And prays not to be defeated.
To him the audience paid less heed.
You only have friends when you have succeeded.
The race of life begins at birth
And most people give up too soon.
There's nothing easy on this earth
Unless you're born with silver spoon.
You'll cross the finish line with hardworks
Leave those oportuned, their money talks.
Finish the race it's yours to fend.
Never loose hope until the very end.
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PersonalThemeAbstract
Blends personal struggle with universal life philosophy; concrete car metaphor applied abstractly.
SparseMeasureDense
Multiple ideas per stanza: privilege, effort, timing, hope. Moderate density across poem.
DarkSentimentBright
Mix of struggle and encouragement; warns of hardship but ends with motivational resolve.
StillEnergyExplosive
Steady declarative voice with some urgency in closing lines; not explosive or quiet.
MicroLengthEpic
20 lines total; falls in 16-30 range.
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Extended car race metaphor throughout; personification of cars; 'silver spoon' idiom present.
LyricVoiceDramatic
Primarily lyric voice with reflective observations; shifts to direct address in closing lines.
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