© Jaimey Perham 07/20/2011

Just as the years fold over with age

The days don’t get easier at each stage

Rather God and the devil fight for each page

And you are pulled out of your cage

You want to scream, you want to run

But they leave you to burn under the sun

You thought the game might have been fun

But in reality you feel society’s shun

When they find you naked and torn

You sometimes wish you were never born

The hangover bites from the demons horn

You’re family and friends are left to morn

Birth was painful, but death not nice

Memories from your life between, the roll of the dice

Your body might be dead, cold and on ice

Your footprint in the Universe, just a minute slice