Life is like a long race
The start is at your birth
And the end is your death
The harder you try
The farther and quicker you progress
But the quicker you tire
Think of going faster as being more successful
It puts you ahead of the race
And you are more accomplished at death
But the race feels shorter to you
Because of success
You fear death even more
And it comes even faster
But like the end of a race
Death is not always a bad thing
Completing the race is like living a fulfilling life
Giving up before reaching the end is like dying with regret
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I like how you related a life to a race. The way you wrote it in your poem made death seem like the reward after finishing a marathon.
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