Little Games That Life Plays
a game
that is all what life is
everyone plays to win here
and the admirers that it brings;
so many of them that it throttles you with joy
and there's time that you lose
and it kills more when you find no one besides you
not a single sweet word, not a single smile
and life seems death; terribly lonely
a graveyard
and yet we live in hope
that fortunes will turn;life moves on
we keep playing one innings of it at a time
until realization dawns; we were not playing with life
it was life which was playing with us
a game
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