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The Human Race
I appear young, though I'm not tis true
My age group falls behind me
Yet my elders already cross the finish line
In these early stages, we get ready for the changes
They train us for the "real life"
They teach us to play fair
Then they turn us loose, like a wild stampede
The only ones not led to the slaughter
Are the ones who cut in line
The ones who "cheated"
Then upon retirement, when our only foe is time
We prepare for the ineveitable
We get ready for our rest
May eternal sleep take us, we bless
When the beating stops, and we take the last breath
We cross that line, which only we have kept
We have finished this, yet only to start another
Nice logic in here. I stumbled on your photo at the postpoems random, so i checked it out. Off to read some more.