This poem begins with a man in fifth place,

It is on Earth where people run a race.

Life is a race that every man will lose,

He has opponents that he cannot choose.

 

The one in fourth place entered through the gate.

The man was sad because he lost to Hate.

This, Hate, had dark brown eyes that pierced the soul,

And in his chest was nothing but a hole.

He would not let a man live life in peace,

He was a bother that would not decrease.

 

The next opponent that came in third place,

Beat Hate because he had a softer face.

This did not mean that he had less to hide,

It only meant that he had the name, Pride.

Now, Pride lived life like it was just a game.

He was, in fact, one who possessed no shame.

Pride only thought that he, alone, was great,

He was a fool just like many today.

 

In second place, there came a girl named Grace.

She was not first because she had a pace.

She did not think that she was free of sin,

So she let the one in front of her win.

Grace was kind and did not have a reason,

She knew Love could not ever be beaten.

 

The one who fought hard, even after strife,

Was Love; the one who won the race of life.

Love ran through snow storms like they were just air.

She passed through Hate and Pride without a care.

When she met Grace up front, Grace stepped aside,

Then let Love pass without the slightest cry.

 

While all others are lonely or humble,

Love is clement and never will crumble.

It keeps pressing on while nothing else will,

And continues to win the race of life, still.