WIN OR LOSE
All through time, we are put to test,
Going through it, with our best.
However, we know, we will never see rest,
All the same, it comes back like a pest,
In a game of,
Win or lose.
During hard times, we face the trauma
We know nothing, not even good humor.
All that is done goes through the amour
Like a piercing arrow, it brings pains
Yet, all the best is put in for gains
In the game of
Win or lose.
The tide is set,
We all place our bet.
The die is cast, win or lose.
Glowing with pride, like a shining gloss
Winner takes all, in the game of
Win or lose.
(c)
Tsobaza
081004
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Reminiscing's of a Renegade
PoetryThoughtful lines written by a struggling young man. Etched in some form of Amateurish poetry for those who care to read.