Left On the Table
We love to pretend
And it's easy to say
That what others think
Doesn't matter or sway
The opinions we have
Of ourselves and our mark
That we've left when it's over
Our personal ark
But why live a life
For no one to remember
The things that we've done
The moments so tender
Wether good or for bad
The worst and the best
When your time expires
Your eternal rest
Did you give it your all
Will they tell of your name
Was it all on the table
Or just a flickering flame.
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