For Life...,

For life is a game, and I'm but the Jack.
The joker before, who has since lost his knack.
A faux show of knowledge, for there really is naught.
A hunger for more brings this mind to a halt.

For life is a stage, and to each his own part.
Through weal and woe for many a heart.
A hit or a miss, it's all over too.
The show must go on, whatever you do.

For life is a risk, the biggest one yet.
But fear must not stop, and still we must bet.
Throw down your chips, for none can last.
Have all your fun, before the time has past.

For life is a race, through many a path.
And the winner is he, who has the last laugh.
The ways might be varied, the sights unique.
But the end is the same, and boy is it bleak.

For life is a melody, the maiden swan song.
We'll be at the end, before too long.
Regardless of race, religion or hue.
The choices you make will soon define you.



Sheesh. Another episode of rubbish writing brought to you by the rubbish generator.