this is a poem I made for my little brother.
The game of life
Here it goes again
Here It goes again the same little game
The game we all drag on to far
The little game markers nearly faded
The board full of dust
The cards bent out of shape
It’s your move now
It’s your choice now
Should you fold the board?
Should you dust it off?
is your choice
it’s your roll now
place your marker on your spot
this world is your game board
rather you win or lose is your choice
it takes all you got and more
you can’t let this game just set
it’s not the kind of game you leave askew
straighten up
listen to your heart
your almost there now
move your marker two spaces ahead
your too close now
all you need now is two ten’s
all you gotta do is roll the dice
it’s not only a game now
it’s your choice now
it’s your move now
oh it’s a game
oh it's your life
oh it’s the game of life
make your choice
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