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Literature

Race with Death

Smooth and swift I raced through the seasons of life Believed myself imortal I laughed I cried Sometimes spinning around in what felt like circles In lively colors and light in pitch black darkness, and in shades of grey At times at a lumbering pace others at a eyewatering speed With others, I jossled for a position as great as possible Successes and sorrows in great and small In sickness and health but in the end ones body old and fragile wrinkled skin and achey bones dimmed sight There is one contender Always present never far impossible to beat One who will always be the victor There are none other First across the finishline not when you race against Death