Playing Life's Game
It's hard to play this human game -
Some things are tough, some things are tame,
And when our actions garner blame
Our poor excuses sound quite lame.
We like to show our better side
(So, has the attic portrait lied?)
But, grasping compliments in stride
We measure things that are implied.
We play the odds with bargains bought
Through shortcuts for the things we've sought;
Imagined slights returned in same
But without wise Reflection's claim.
We strain and strive to make ends meet
And ponder change, but soon retreat
Onto the ruts past footsteps beat
On paths "if only" trips repeat.
Then by-and-by the game grows old
As wins and losses are retold,
And years replace the days that creep
Into the memories we keep.
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