THE RACE
It used to be sunny
It used to be sun
Jogging on the spot
Run! Run! Run!
The dusk is down on the river meadows.
The track is crowded with creeping shadows .
Far on the hill is the horn still blowing
The count of the years is steadily growing.
Living life is like running a race .
With courage and hope no matter what you face.
But with family and friends by your side .
Running the race with God as your guide.
Vaishnavi chaurasia
BA.LLB
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