Life…a Race???

Trampling over each other,
Once in a while, fixing a feather,
And polishing shoes of leather,
We are all running, know not where,
To find that out, we don’t care!

Money won is money lost,
Wearing wool just to get bitten in frost,
To see the future, an eye gear we wear,
But to face what may come, none of us dare!

We are born to die, we know that,
Yet between the two ends, we stunt a Director’s cut,
For us, Life is a game,
Reasons aplenty for blame, fame and shame!

By Shilpa Shri