Running on this daily treadmill, filling life’s gloomy story
Falling behind in life’s endless race, without much glory
Working Nine to Five, five long days each week
Stumbling through every month, looking bleak
Forgetting when life last paused for any vacation
Punching in, punching out . . . time clock fixation
Heating up life’s pressure cooker, deadlines loom ahead
Hoping the lid doesn’t blow off, propelled into tiny shreds
Watching everyone trying to row in the same boat
Rowing in separate directions, now barely afloat
Refueling the tank, this coffee break no longer helps
Scurrying on empty, might just as well holler a yelp
Taking the elevator to another miserable meeting
Ending up on the wrong floor, no warm greeting
Driving home each night, worn down to a blown-out frazzle
Stopping at the same red traffic light, it no longer dazzles
Racing every day, life delivering this hour’s final, saving grace
Looking left, then right . . . who’s even winning this rat race?
Originally published September, 2020.
Big Sky Buckeye 
The winners are those that live their lives for Jesus!
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Who’s winning this rat race? Reminds me of the Turtle and the Hare. Gotta get off the treadmill. Gotta shut out the noise. Gotta pray for peace and do what we can to create it in our own little space. The world may be crazy around me, but I don’t have to invite it in. Shut the door!!
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Jan, thank you for responding. While this poem has a lighter theme, it certainly can gather a more serious tone. I appreciate your positive thoughts as we sometimes have to take action.
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Life can definitely feel like a carousel combined with a rollercoaster. 🎠🎢
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I appreciate the contrast between carousel and rollercoaster. Thank you for sharing.
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No one wins unless Jesus is running beside you.
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Amen. Vickie, your thoughts journey to where Jesus is waiting.
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