Race to the top

Life has been likened to a race, a journey or climbing

Filled with ups and downs,some worth predictable,a times surprising.

It has so many diversities, so many people so many color

From these selection let's see these four

Billy, Billy, bad mad Billy

King of the mountain

He climbs with ease based on two facts

People predictable nature and it's profits

Preying on their dumbness and gaining from their loss

There's little room for kindness so he makes no room for weakness

He might not win these race so why not get drunk in these fountain

Harry, Harry hard work just Harry

He put nets to catch those who fall

He has been called names both good and bad

Started many venture which brings him joy or end so sad

Who then is born to give the slap or made to turn cheeks?

He had vowed change but yet he keeps on helping always

May be these are the rule of his race, he has to stand tall

Wendy, Wendy, wild wicked Wendy

No one is born bad but bad we can become

She's a beauty many want to possess or place bets

She turned into an  instrument rather than being a puppet

​​​​​​intellengences hardly wins favour so gorgeousness is she game​​​

She wouldn't only wiggle but wine her way to fame

The reward of the race is tempting and hard to overcome

Cindy, Cindy cute corny Cindy

Not as pretty as Wendy but great with the books

Blisters in hands she has worked for her medals

She's sure life aint just roses, it rains rocks and petals

She has dreams some lost, some gone and little turned reality

Things hardly work out so she invested in her sanity

taking and dancing whatever life offers until she's off the hook

An old man once said, the race to the top is crazy

He fears that once we get there, there may be nothing to celebrate

For the view of the ugly mess we leave behind down there

Ruins the fun we are met to have up there.

He say watch the rules and the path you follow 

​​​Let your mind not to be shallow.