Game For Friends
Sometimes I don't
Care how/why.
All I care,
Is that I tried.
'All of that'
Goes in our face.
That they beat us
In a race.
I don't mind,
That we lost.
Anyway,
What's it's cost?
Nothing much;
Not our pride.
As we walked off,
To the side.
Lets celebrate
The fun we had.
And invite them,
'cause they look sad.
~Written in 2003 (Monday, 3rd, March) when I was fourteen.~
Copyright © Madison Balmont | Year Posted 2009
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