We Played...

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by martyoneal

by martyoneal

We played with cars,
Made by hot wheels,
On rocky gravel stone,
A car for our wives,
one for each child,
And two for ourselves.

We played the game of life,
Over and over again and again,
Running two steps ahead,
Falling three steps behind,
Never knowing witch is up,
But falling down down down.

We played in the past,
Trying to catch yesterday,
All before it dwindled away,
We grew up and fell away,
But life brought us back,
To how we were back then.

We played the game no more,
For we found out what matters,
Family comes first and foremost,
As life flea's away on the wind,
We come together as one,
My brother and me...

Dedicated to my brother
Mathew Pierce love you.