The Game of Life

My head is spinning,
I know no matter what I won't end up winning.
Because life is a game with no winners,
Life is a game that only consists of losers.
It’s a game that we all play,
But not a game we choose to.
A game we must play for a least a little while,
We can end this game.
Most choose not to end but to continue,
Hoping one day they will beat the game.
But there are too many levels that one shall never complete,
Because no one can win the game of life.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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