Life Games

A poem aboout living.

Life Games

On Monday morning when I got up

Life was waiting at the door

Standing there, demanding there

That I come out that day.

But the games of life are hard to play.

It was plain to see the pain would be

Too much for me to bear.

Then I thought I'd run away,

Life would follow me, swallow me.

I could hide if I found a place inside.

Then I chanced to see

That Life was there with me

Inside of me.

I could not get away.