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The Game of Life

the game of life poem

Your life is like a game of chess
Sometimes it's good, sometimes a mess.


But why on earth are you sad?
You're the one who made it like that.


People will always come and go 
Like the wind that forever blows. 


And all the seasons and all your woes
Will be gone as the time flows.


But if you're still living in the past 
reminiscing the moments that couldn't last.


Then it's certain you can't escape 
From all this pain and this heartache. 


No matter how long you go like that
'Cause if thats you, you're already dead.


- Anirudh Bhardwaj
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