The Game Of Life
I play this game every day
I don’t need smarts or wisdom
I can be rich or poor
I can be a queen or a homeless
I can live in a castle or live on the streets
it’s all of my choosing
I hop from rock to rock
afraid of drowning
I can come across
bumpy rocks that are hard to cross
or
smooth rocks that I walk across
I could give up when a hard to climb rock comes along
or
I could fight until I get to the top
I could create my own person as I grow
or
let someone do it for me
it’s all in my choosing
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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