In life's intricate marathon,
Where worry is umpire, and merriment is drawn,
Contentment whispers in every line,
Enough for now, the divine design.

Needs stand nobler than fleeting wants,
Stomachs not full, yet our spirits are high,
Life's race, a marathon of unknown lore,
We run the course, each bound to win.

The Creator's will shapes the winding route,
Our race endures, a determined pursuit,
Lungs and muscles lose, strength divine,
As we approach our finish line.

Eternal rest, the prize we chase,
In our unique race, each finds their grace,
The reward, a tape embraced with glee,
In life's marathon we run to freedom