He ran alongside, the boys his age,
They finished the race before,
he reached the half way stage.
Dejected he came running, to his smiling father,
And said he practiced the hardest,
But why he couldn't run any faster?
But who told you that the race is over?
And, why do you want to, run for cover.
"Which race are you talking about?", he asked his dad.
Did you not see what happened, have you actually gone mad?
The calm dad said," I am talking about a different race"
Where each and every one runs at his own desired pace.
But no one is aware that there is a time limit,
For players may vanish, when they approach the summit.
"How do you win such a silly race?", asked the son.
By enjoying the run, within it lies the fun.
Is this race for real, or something trife?
Dad smiled and said,"It's been around a while, we call it life."
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