A RACE OF LIFE

Awake I in the wee
     Of morn
Standing awe in
Front of the mirror
seeing I a reflection of pain
      My lips could'nt
                 Move
    Suddenly in the
                 Mirror
an appearance of
Imageries of
       Timber
and caliber
   Saw I
      All
    Dressed in white
For that wonderful
Occasion of davine's...
    She's so beautiful
                 Graceful
                  Blissful
                   But not
Happy to be
With John
Wonder I why
I mean why
    Not being happy
      Race of life
          It's not as
         Beautiful
           It appears
        Or seems to be

Many appeared
Well dressed
graced
And even poised
As I watched keenly
Before my mirror

     Only to see another
     Version of John
      Being a Ritualist
       a king-pin
An addict of miseries

All these knew she
but how
   When
     Who
         Come for her
               Rescue
for she's blinded
of the materials
saw her in John

   Who shall rescue Her from this
       Hell trapped
          Ask I myself
            In mute
         Then wonder I
            Why worry I
Because wife I've not
Money have I not
Not even home
For self
    
         It's funny
      Race of life
         Differs from
        ANOTHER
Run only
And only
         On thy lane
For running on thy lane
Would thine focus
Be alive
  To have a fulfilled
       Race in life

Suddenly the images
Disappeared
saw I still in awe

Life's race is not
For the swifter
or the swiftest
not even for
Knowledgeable
          Yea
   But opportunity
      Happens to
           Them all
Tell I thee
Run with the
Application of light
the rules of
engagement
Apply them all

So that at the end
You will cross
    The finish line

The race of life
Appears a mystery
Puzzle ...

Put it together
and you'll be
         VICTOR

Written by David Njoku