A race against time

When I was a little kid, I ran around.
Running was not part of my plan; all I had in mind was to have fun.

Then I came to the middle part of my life.
I ran,
but I ran to compete.
I still run..
but that time for fame, glory and all the wrong reasons.

Until now I’m still running.
Life’s a race.
Even if I get old I’ll still run,
this time I’ll run for a reason..
For a cause.. for someone special..
It’s a race against time.

Time waits for no men.
But wait.. I thought men created time to start with?