The Game
He sits again to play a game
Set apart to make his mark
A pen in hand his prospects dark
At daybreak driving forward
Filled with youth, a strapping lad
Like his peers aspired to greatness
Elusive fame like shadows
Plays peek-a-boo, a childish game
Burn the hours by light of candles
Drilled in facts, all seems the same
Path of horrors, age advances
Big diploma framed his name
Kicked the can along forever
Sullen flash of brilliance fades
The narrow path to honor lost
His word, his reputation saved
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