The Race Car Driver. Poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs

LaSoaphia QuXazs

LaSoaphia QuXazs

Budapest, Hungary, living in the USA
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LaSoaphia QuXazs
Budapest, Hungary, living in the USA
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The Race Car Driver.



Are you born to be a race car driver?
Even if not, many of you are a race traveler.
Many are ambitious, would like to beat the other,
On any cost became a winner.

When one is a winner, there are many loser,
Competition, hatred, anger & jealousy, but never laughter.
Is it worth to push for winning?
And became the most envied hated being.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Jani 24 May 2014

Lasoaphia I like your concept

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Shahzia Batool 10 June 2013

of course it's not a good bargain, this becoming the hated being! La Soaphia, it's very different and very good! a poem about life!

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LaSoaphia QuXazs

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Budapest, Hungary, living in the USA
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