Jan's Poetic Collection

If you start the race,
Then you know it's never too late,
But time's running out fast,
And you're to cross the Earth.
What you're left with who knows,
Life may this moment cease to flow.
Fate you're to make,
Lines and stars can't help--
If attempts are rare and few.
What you get is just your deeds,
You can't get strawberries,
By planting seeds of weed.
Life is a blank sheet,
You can write just once,
And will never get a second chance.