Life’s Race (A poem)

All want, the best things of Time
Burn ourself and always whine
Regret & lament,  nothings good enough
Life was hard and too much tough
Magnify the context, Content unknown
Left the meaning of life Alone
Our much is little, more is less
Wants are the Needs, We always Press
Such higher and Intelligent Beings
Who take Life as End, not  just Means
Purpose was Happiness , finding Glee
Accessed by some who were free
Rest ran Fast and Won their Race
But Lost to Life, when matched Pace.

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