The Race
8 March, 2003
Author: Mark Spencer
At the starting line they waited
For the race to begin.
They each had but a single goal,
To be the one to win.
When the trumpet finally sounded,
The runners sprinted on.
Just like a hawk upon the wind,
In a moment they were gone.
Some fought their way up to the front,
The lead they wished to take.
While those who’d gotten in their way,
Were left crushed in their wake.
There were many who were broken,
And unable to stand.
Left to crawl for the finish line,
Upon their knees and hands.
And when the leader crossed the line,
He saw Jesus waiting there.
He told him he would have to wait,
And handed him a chair.
This race He said you have not won,
It is of my design.
For no one wins the race of life,
‘Til all have crossed the line.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
Dino (65.57.71.28) -- Monday, March 10 2003, 01:16 am This is such a great poem. I will take this one to the 'Desert 100 dirtbike race" next month. I'm usually the one being crushed and run overed, by hundreds of bikes and use my bike for protection against the stampede. I just want to cross over the finish line and be one of the ones "to race to live life." Thanks so much for creating my favorite poem of yours. You da Man, brah! My son saw a Hawk on the last race and he thought of his Grandma that passed away, two months earlier, and it inspired him to finish the race, fighting off intense pain and fatigue of 112 miles. You mention a hawk in this poem. I will show him this poem, you are an inspiration Mark Spencer. I like all your poems and the one about a candy town too. Thanks! |
Martin Vann (67.75.183.88) -- Monday, March 10 2003, 06:28 pm Another wonderful inspirational poem. No one wants to be left behind. I think the message to me is, you have to get in the race, otherwise, you can be lost! Thank You Mark MartinV |
Lori Ann Day (198.81.26.107) -- Tuesday, March 11 2003, 11:54 pm I think it is not only important to be in the race, but to help others cross over the finish line. That way, we won't have to waste our time waiting, and can do something constructive with it. |
kristy (68.104.218.46) -- Thursday, April 8 2004, 05:16 am wow that sucked ive never hurd a poem any worse! haha jk i loved it |
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