That Race

 

Not a competition.

Though we are all in a race,

We have different finish lines,

Different laps to be ran

And sometimes we win

by not reaching the finish line.

Every step,

A moment to be felt and enjoyed.

The irony?

The finish line sprinted for,

Is the most dreaded.

And the most beautiful of moments,

Are memories.

To enjoy life

We have to make the most of memories

By enjoying the moment.