#WritcoPoemPrompt75

One, two, three...
run to win...
win the race...
the race of life.
The tracks are staged
by the Godfathers
and the Godmothers
of every field in a way,
their kith and kin
alone shall win;
the rest, lose their game.
The losers are then preached
to try, try, try... and try
until they give up and die.
© Suresham