Joanne H Greaver

The Race of life

Whether for good or bad it’s done
It was all a part of the race she’d run
From the moment of birth it had begun
The race of life everyone must run
If you wander or stay in one place
There is still the race of life to face
Life’s not easy it’s hard and cold
And then one day you find you’re old
You think at last my race is run
So I can rest it’s almost done
But you find you’re...