Living The Game Poem by James McLain

Still you have made of my small cut.
Endless the edge of time I have seen you come back.
Violence for me, one heart beat away.
No place to hide I did not submit to what you saw.
Like a snake in the grass, it will grow bored,
and slither away to some one else.
What did you learn growing up?
How to help others that never had the love of a friend?
Some have grown angry at being cheated,
out of their youth others saw.
Cheating you out of life is the game.
While this game was not meant to be like the rest.
Those that say you will recieve your reward in the next
means that you turn your head to what's wrong.
In this life knowing some think that this life,
was just a freak dream others have had.
Learning this game, playing their way is a truth,
about having the best of what this short life has to offer.