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Living Life
upon a race
to win
one must dash his way
towards
the finishing line
it could be like life
when we want to win
we dash
to such speed that we
ignore the faces
of those
beside us
we imagine the cheers
and the awarding
ceremony
you know very well
life is never a race
and the finishing line
is kept concealed
there is no point dashing then
or ignoring those behind
or beside us
life is living life
moment by moment
glass per glass
chew carefully what our
forks carry inside our
mouths,
savor, don't rush,
intertwine, commune
on bare feet feel the
texture of the ground.
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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