A race against self

A race against time, that's life,
I believed it until I began to think.
A race against time ? Or ,
Is it, a race against self ?

Yes, life is a race,
Against our siblings in childhood,
Against out parents in early teens,and,
Against our fellow beings, for the rest of our lives!

Trying to get better at every opportunity,
A never ending struggle,
Struggle of life.

As a child I fought, for domination,
In my youth it was for wealth and recognition,
And in my old age to,
Get back my youth, which,
I squandered for causes,not so memorable,
Now I have to struggle so hard,
To back my lost health and vigor,
Which I lost on my way to the top,
Trying to jog, all the way to paradise,
Frequenting churches in a futile effort,
To redeem the paradise lost,
Hoping to climb the ladder,
All the way to heaven.

When will my struggle end?
One thing I am sure,
Not,till I exhale my last breath,
Not, till I am taken to my grave,
Hoping to end years of,
Misery and perspiration.

A firm mix with the earth,
From which I came, and treaded my path,
For many long years.

My soul is reluctant to leave,
This land which gave me, many memories to cherish.

A struggle which never ends,
The struggle of life.

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