Race
Against Time
By Ian Stevens
Running,
running trying to beat time,
faster
and faster I must go.
To
reach the end of dawn, faster than wind's rhyme,
but
that sun just keeps on winning' and it seems to show.
It
mocks me for no matter what I do it out laps me,
out
of sight in the front, then reappearing in the back.
One,
two, three laps ahead, soon too long for eyes to see,
then
as years pass by, why bother to keep track.
Though
even if you sprint your fastest, age creeps upon you,
turning
from young athlete to crippled man.
And
that glowing star still runs so true;
'tis
quite impossible to win, for no man can.
Soon
you watch that sun fly ahead,
only
to disappear and come from the back
So
you live your life, seems fast, but don't be sad;
enjoy
what you have before time becomes lack.
For
no person can go back and beat time,
you
should lead a happy, respectable life,
because
one day you'll sleep and a bell will chime
to
signify you'll rest forever, no more running or strife...
So
lead a joyous, helpful life;
lend
a hand to those that are left.
That
way when you fall asleep and you die,
heaven
will open and you'll be kept.