On the game we played, called life, there are bound to be losers AND winners, and, as the winners get their hero’s welcome, the losers would hide away, in the darkened corners, and sobbed, quietly.
On the game we played called life, it’s fun, but, all good things MUST come to an end, and, some of us were forced to stop playing, because we’d fouled up, or whatever, while others, well, we simply got too tired of playing this game, and just, called it quits.
On the game we played called life, nobody can tell you the end results, because NOBODY knows exactly how the game will be played, but, there’s always going to be LOSERS, because NOBODY can BEAT death at its own game!
On the game we played, called life, all we can do, is to play the best we possibly can, and, the outcomes may not be as we’d expected, because things don’t necessarily even out, because there is, this tiltedness about life………
On the game we played called life, we’re all, commentators (you know, like those old looking dudes sitting in the studios, dissecting how the game’s being played???), and we are all, participants, competitors, and, it’s still EVERY MAN for HER/HIMSELF, because in this game called life, IF we don’t look out for #1, then, nobody’s gonna!