Human racing

Human racing

By jfarrell


(inspired by Nik Kershaw’s “Human racing”)


We are all trying to get ahead of each other

To be the first, to be the best

To be the wealthiest


We look down on each other

And curse and hate and hurt

Anything to get ahead.


But that isn’t the race.

There is no finish line;

Coming first, doesn’t matter.


The race

Is what we are running from;

The tinkle of sand in the glass;


It’s autumn

The time for harvest

And his scythe is razor sharp and ever ready


The ancient rustle of fabric

The stale odour on the air

The breath on the back of your neck


THAT is the race.

Let’s go Human Racing.


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