In the race of life, on dirt tracks we tread,
Sprint cars roaring, dreams ahead.
But nothing lasts forever, we know too well,
Even with our best, tales to tell.

Your efforts, they’re valiant, but sometimes they fray,
Sickness strikes, clouds our day.
And as the engine sputters, our spirits low,
We’re reminded: life’s a fleeting show.

In the thunderous roar of the sprint car’s might,
We glimpse the brevity of our flight.
For when illness grips, and we can’t find reprieve,
Life’s measured in moments, each breath we heave.

The dirt track stretches, seemingly endless in its sprawl,
But in truth, it’s just a moment, a blink, that’s all.
For even on the longest days, time slips away,
Reminding us: seize the moment, come what may.

So let us race with fervor, while we still can,
Embracing each moment, every fleeting span.
For in the race of life, nothing’s guaranteed,
But in the journey’s twists, our truths are freed.

So rev your engines, let the sprint car roar,
For life’s adventure beckons, and we yearn for more.
Though sickness may linger, and shadows fall,
We’ll cherish each moment, embracing them all.