When Your Numbers Up Poem by Karl Newton

When Your Numbers Up



When your numbers up
It's up
No rhyme or logic
In this game of luck

When your time is up
It's time to go
No logic
In the final blow

You could be the fittest
The richest
The youngest in the land
Yet the reaper will
Lead you by the hand
Back to the motherland

Tuesday, May 30, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death,fate
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