Too make use of my brain,
Is quite altogether a major strain,
My intelligence meager & lame,
Is life for all good intentions merely a game?
A game, unbelievable and unwinning,
In life we seem to excel in sinning,
We try to help our future selves by giving,
In this one life are we supposed to do all our living?
What will the afterlife, if any, bring,
Will we be angels sitting on a cloud to sing,
Will we find everlasting peace & solace,
Or are we to end this game of life goalless?
© -me- 27 March 2018
Love ya!
Jane
Since the majority of us, including you, find playing the game of life extremely difficult, it is easy to think of some better place after this life to kind of catch up and relax. I don't think it exists, so I am doing everything during this life, because as far as I can see, I won't have another chance.
Ron
you on the butt to make sure you had what it takes......
Everyday after that you’re on borrowed time.
Someone said this thing tha surrounds us is called “Time”
And we are stuck here in a pit stop on our way to paradise.
Peace be with you Pal.........
William
As Dr. Zorba used to say on Ben Casey:
Man...
Woman...
Birth...
Death...
Infinity...
That's It Bunky !
Finito !
Done !
The End !
End of Story !
Do not pass Go...
Do not collect $200 !
As Sherlock Holmes was wont to say:
"The Game is Afoot !"
The Game of Life has already started.
So, run fast, so you can catch up!
Once it ends, the Race is O'er !
No Mansions in the Sky !
No Burning in Hell !
Nuttin' Honey
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