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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! ********** Included in the 2001 edition of Labyrnith, my school's literary magazine, but the last three stanzas were edited out.
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