G.A.M.E. Called LifeA Poem by lizc0123Like a ball,
life goes round. Through the air, on the ground. Flying high, soaring low. Speeding fast, rolling slow. Is kicked, then tossed. Is found then lost.
No beginning, knows no end. Unlike life, no crazy bends. Rolls consistent, unlike fate. Until it rolls, beyond the gate. Life is a game, do what you please, just Go At it, with More Ease. © 2011 lizc0123 |
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Added on August 7, 2011 Last Updated on August 7, 2011 Author
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