Life is a game, should you choose to play it
Survival in the world, so harsh and so cruel
Life is the game, that we all have to play
Abide by its rules, or live in fear
knowing your life is near its end.
Dieing is part of your life, it cannot be helped.
To live in your past will just blind you,
to live in your future will remind you,
of what you have to look forward to,
your death is around the corner.
People die everyday, we cannot always stop to mourn.
We can remember our dead, as the people we always adore
They will not be gone forever, they'll be waiting for us in turn.
We do not live forever... everybody knows its true.
The day I die I'll celebrate, for I get to be back with you.
-To Nikki my beloved sister.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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