The Game

Poem …kinda sad?

It doesn’t matter who wins, who loses
We can only play the game.
The hammer falls wherever it chooses
Leaves us to apportion blame

We cannot control the dawning day
Or shelter from the storm
We’re dealt the cards we have to play
From the day that we are born

Sometimes we stumble, often times we fall
Sometimes we turn away to hide from it all
But the sun keeps on shining or the rains just as wet
Life is as good as it’s going to get

Wish upon a shooting star, or in a wishing well
Pray to an uncaring God, seek a private hell
Cry out for all you’ve lost, for what you never had
For all that makes you happy can also make you sad

Sometimes we stumble, often times we fall
Sometimes we get back up , turn to face it all
And the sun keeps on shining and the rains just as wet
Life can get better, the future not iyet set