Life is like a game to some
For others it ain’t much fun
Some find it hard to breathe
Surviving by the skin of their teeth
Whether in a small town or a city
Not much to go around in pity
Even in war-torn countries far away
Maybe a sigh as people pass through he day
There’s a man who has nothing in life
Not even family and friends for him to confide
He’s not a bad person, just one of the ignored
People around him over him they lord
He struggles to find work, sixty now
Life has passed fast, unsure how?
So much he’s missed, gave up on
Too late now, those times have gone
Someone once told him it’s never too late
To do something special, even great
But the more he sits and lets time pass by
The more opportunities by him fly
So he survives by the skin of his teeth
Lost much in himself, his self belief
Silenced the voices in his heart
To a life of drudgery and bills, his dreams apart
Posted on Aug 20, 2012
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