the Game of Life

By , Anchorage, AK
Everyone will lose sometime
And never will all win;
everybody leaves sometime,
it's just a matter when.

Although the day seems darker
lonely as the blackest night,
in misery there's company
as pale beacons span its might.

something's always left for you
when everything is gone,
someone's always there with you,
an obligatory bond.





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