You're It
Tag, you're it; chosen in the game of life,
it's your turn to decipher its meaning.
Though sarcasm can be as sharp as a knife,
it's a deeper cut that's oft demeaning
and faults common sense for intervening.
To a child, who thinks the world's a playground,
it's impressive; till it becomes a bore.
But life's no joke, and you are not a clown,
so don't let the umpteen things you abhor
cast shadows over the few you adore.
Age provides the lectern for wizened speech,
but no one hears; they have no ears for you.
Reluctant pupils, they're hard to reach,
that is the way of things; there's nothing new
to learn if you believe that to be true.
We're fully aware that our time will end,
and we wonder if reality's real.
For; it is difficult to find a friend
you trust enough to tell them how you feel,
a lifeline that, at times, seems surreal.
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