The Game of Life
A relieved sigh fills the air
Only to gasp again
With depth and pain.
Rage, hatred, fear, and sorrow
Burrow deeper
Will there be a tomorrow?
Then a light appears
It’s soft, warm glow
Pierces the ache that’s been come to known.
The sigh returns but it’s now clear
That life’s cruel game
Does not play fair
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