The Race To Win Poem by chris schwartz

All my life, I have waited for you.
Spent so many lonely days
Looking out the window,
And wondering,
When it is my turn
To be happy.
I distracted myself
With raising my children
And when I put them to sleep
I spent hours,
Dreaming of the day
That I would
Stumble across
My soulmate.
I found success
In my career,
And waited patiently
For you,
The final piece
That would fit perfectly
To complete
My life's puzzle
And make me whole.
I finally found you.
And now,
I spend 15 hours a day
Alone,
Waiting to finally
Have you
Here with me
To share and enjoy.
But you are still
In the race to win.
I am in the race
To finish.
Because,
I believe the checkered flag
Flies for us all
And the end of the race
Comes sometimes,
Without certainty.
Without meaning.
Without warning.
And I can honestly say
I wish that,
While I was busy
Running around the track
Of life,
That I would have taken
More pitstops
Along the way.
I wish I would have
Taken time
To walk around the track
Rather than to race the course
With fast wheels turning
Beneath me.
I wish that I would have found
The fuel that I needed
Early on,
To win the race.
The fastest car,
Isn't always
The winner.
It is, in fact
The racecar
That runs
A couple laps behind,
Running slow and steady
That is able to give
Enough gas at the end
And tires fresh enough grip
With endurance
On the race track
Of life
To win the trophy.