This was written by Harold a few years ago. His out look on life has changed dramamatically. He will be going home from work camp in Sept.

Life is a game that we will lose
We will all pay for what we do
Some will die young,some will die old
We'll all be judged by what we've done

In this life while we're here
Death will come, have no fear
Just make the most of this time
Be thankful you're still alive

Some lost early in the game,
of life and death, love and pain
We don't even know when it will end
But I'm still playing this game we're in

I still want to play, I don't want to forfiet
I'm already half dead and I know it
I will stay in as long as I can.
This game will one day, come to an end

By, Harold Pierce