Before I'm buried...there's a RACE I run.
The weight I carried feels like a ton.
I often get tired of running in circles,
And improvements run slow like turtles.
I inherited this race from mom and dad.
Now enemies want my race to go bad.
But I'm cunning and keep running,
And all the while looking stunning.
A few who think they're pure and white,
think it's all right to stop me in the fight.
It's insanity, even family tries to stop my calm.
Some like my uncle named Tom.
But I'll keep the race going, always knowing...
In the future my family will be growing.
We can win if we try!
Win so in all races we tie.
