This Poem was Submitted By: JAMES H SCARBROUGH On Date: 2001-04-20 22:25:15 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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THE RACE

As Mother Nature delivers a new birth,   Father Time measures each living worth. In the run with Mother Nature,   Father Time wins every race on earth. A young bud sprouts in springtime,   in dampness of a raining, rythmic rhyme, In the run with Mother Nature,   the race is lost to Father Time. Summer green turns brilliant colors,   before a leaf drops in the fall. In the run with Mother Nature,   Father Time will claim them all. In a dash through every living role,   life only takes a fast, short stroll. In the run with Mother Nature,   Father Time still takes control. Hillsides young men once skipped over,   now big mountains, old men try to climb. In the run with Mother Nature,   every race, finally lost to Father Time. 

Copyright © April 2001 JAMES H SCARBROUGH


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