Life Is An Old Web Poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE

Life is a Game, starts and ends on its own
Intervals or Results, hardly matter in the end
Fast or slow, how long it goes on, is unknown
Each is tangled in the race to win, than to mend

It's never easy to find your way to the Zenith
Struggle and pain are part and parcel of life
Awareness makes it less darker in the pith
Nothing changes, if it's meant to be a trife

Once or never, things will happen for better
Live or Leave, game goes on, players change
Death is certain; Air, Earth, Sky, Fire and Water
Walk as far as you can, roads familiar or strange

Every move counts, act with freewill
Blessed are those who Love, God's Will.