The Game Of Life Poem by Cora Lee

Why fill our hearts with such desires,
to cause them pain tomorrow
apon which we will feel the sorrow
and turn to another day to expire.

The ties that lock us to our past,
to remember all the hate.
To what we wish we could escape,
to find true love at last.

Created for success granted by others,
but only beauty does remain,
a painted picture hanged to frame,
the others that live to suffer.

None will win, and all will loose,
the childish game of life,
with all our passion as we strive,
to forever be callled as fools.