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The Game Of Life
Life is a game.
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"The Game of Life"
(started in 1998. finished 10/4/00)

Dreaming of times
When the sky wasn't dark.
I could enjoy myself;
Take a walk in the park.

Thinking way back
When all was really grand.
Life was a game;
Had the dice in my hand.

Realizing now
That I was winning before.
I didn't see that then
And now I cannot score.

Its obvious now
That things were easier in the past.
The rules are changing;
I'm coming in dead last.

Remembering now
That I made the game.
Why am I a pawn?
Why aren't things the same?

Finding my strength
To continue to play.
Slowly doing better;
Trying every day.

Finishing the game;
Coming to an end.
Its easier now;
I'm playing with a friend.

There isn't any time left;
The game is finally done.
With help from many people
I have really won!

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Included in the 2001 edition of Labyrnith, my school's literary magazine, but the last three stanzas were edited out.
© Copyright 2001 Tigger thinks of Prancer (UN: gymnast at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
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