Sonnet XI: The Game

A twisted game with many ups and downs,

Hard lefts and good rights; disastrous plummets

Dressed up in fake, inviting, deadly gowns

And good decisions seen clear on summits.

Long years spent overcoming hard problems,

Short days suffering in heartbreaking cries;

Labor by hand provides diamonds and gems,

Gree in mony only brings sin and lies.

There will always be sorrow, grief, and tears,

Laughter, happiness, and sev'ral great days,

Knowledge and wisdom beyound all our years,

And goodness much brighter than the sun's rays.

Yet inevitable is death and strife,

But, honey, I have to say, that's just life.

The End

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