The Great Day

On the way
To end.
Came few day,
Which had the chance to decide,
What might or what may?
Among them was the great day.
We say all our life is a game,
And keep on to play.
But they say,
All your life is like a ray,
Never ends nor gets grey,
No matter what you see,
It depends,
Wether there is a ray,
Your life on its way.
Or wether it is grey,
You on a wrong way.
But on the great day,
There's no chance
To relay,
Take from one give to another...
Only prepare,
For your race,
And your chance to say.
What you want to at the end of the great day,
From the top of the world where resides,
A way.
Away from the great day.
Towards the heaven.
You may.