The Game
The Game
Birth records the starting line
of an undefined span of time.
Unprepared for a life unknown.
You seek to fit and be the same
despite uniqueness you proclaim.
Dice your own, you begin the game.
The players all just come and go,
most estranged but some you know.
All so different, yet the same.
Unaware that life's a chance
at choices made on circumstance.
moves are made, in the game.
You learn to believe you're in control
yet seek for peace within your soul,
conflicted through the weight of pain.
Recognition and paths of pride
cloud the love you keep inside.
Justified, you play the game.
Things may not be what you thought
depending on the lies you bought.
Bridges burned and little gained.
You can't undo the things you've done.
Was it worth the the prize you won?
Baggage claimed,on with the game.
The road ahead is not so long.
Looking back you wrote a song.
Will anybody sing your name?
Was your claim to fame a comfort such,
it was with love, the lives you touched?
You chose the way you played the game!
-Jeannie Minor
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