Life
Life, a game
Not for the lame.
In Hitler’s reign,
He had an aim,
To make his name.
To get his fame,
He inflicted pain.
Bereft of aid,
Myriad became pale,
They continually ached,
For that brighter day,
Which later came.
Life is fun,
Not for a nun,
She neither tastes rum,
Nor visits a pub.
Life is a puzzle,
Could get you dazzled,
Endeavor to tussle,
Else you’ll be hustled.
Life is a race,
Keep up the pace,
With God’s grace,
You’ll get your ace.
Copyright © Cynthia Agba | Year Posted 2007
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