Shall I Compare Life To a Game

Shall I compare life to a game? Sometimes the coldness in life, Can tremble the bones, Of brave men, And women, Alike. By chance some may see heaven, To shine more brighter, When life turns, More and more colder. As here is when Musical words are Strung and sung: “tears are falling from heaven” “tears are falling from heaven” But the tears, Falling from heaven, Are not like rain; Instead the tears, Falling from heaven Are like a golden, Summer’s day. Lo and behold! Winter is seen To fade and fade. And summer is seen To shine more and more, Eternally. And my heart goes: Ring a ding-ding; Ring a ding-ding; Ring a ding, ding. And my mind, Flowers and flowers, Like lilies in Full bloom, Bursting upon a field. As life’s happiness, Does not run short, When life is seen, As a game. Some may liken, A good and happy life, To nothing but hard work. And most put forth, That hard work, Into building a, Sturdy, family tree; That shall leave, Death wandering, Away, and life, Endlessly, bragging. And others may liken, A good and happy life To a plentitude of work; Where faithful prayers, To God, Or the almighty Creator, Sits on top, Of a plentitude of work. Lo and behold! Life is a game! © Suzanna Scarlett Sladojevic 2018