Race by the Human Race

From the time the tiny cry pierces the air
Delicate arms flapping
Eyes cringing and body still wet
A time is set going for the child
Pulse activated and nature the umpire
That is the start of the human race

From helplessness to little activities
Energy aplenty in the burgeoning body
Needs changing by the passing day
High and lows easily noticeable
The human race is warming up

Toddler to teenager pops up like a vision
Nature has played a fast one on us
The irreversible and somewhat uncomfortable changes
Causes a feeling of eternal joy and distraught
The human race is at the flowering stage

A set pattern is developed like the flight of a swan
Sacrifices and offerings play a role
Fights won and lost triggers a trait
Goals met and dreams yet to be realised
Set the course of the human race to its end

Frailty and fragility creep in like a thief on the go
The red light is up in the body and mind
Reminiscences slowly grinds the wheels of the mind
Keeping the body toiling  through each day
Like a blur a pact is made with nature
A last intake of the only free gift
A stillness and sudden flight of the caged spirit
Signifies the zenith and end of the human race