Rat-race

As I joined the rat-race
running at a frantic pace
trampling the hapless few
Win was all I wanted to

until I one day found
trampled to the same ground
trapped under crushing weight
of one running to a similar fate

Epitaph

Some days were stormy,
some days were benign.
Some were dark and gloomy,
some full of sunshine.

Soon all that's mine
would vanish without a sign.
But not am I to complain,
'coz all's well that ends up fine.