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When the game of life
Becomes a task
Too much for your endeavor
When sacrifice
Is all it asks
And there’s nothing left to savor
When all your friends
Are wearing masks
So you won’t ask a favor
And all you want’s
A line to cast
But it washes down the river
When the trigger of insanity
Goes off
Before you’ve cocked it
While the loose change of humanity
Lies heavy
In your pocket
When all you’ve got’s your vanity
And her picture
In a locket
And once you had the time of day
But found
You had to hock it
While the burden of a doubtless
blame
Is resting
On then hammer
While the haunting laughter of your
shame
Still echoes
In the chamber
While everything remains unchanged
The flame of life
Grows dimmer
And tomorrow they’ll still have their
names
But yours
Won’t be remembered
©
2006 William C Stephens
(All
rights reserved)
