and life goes on as it should and as it will
but it seems as if this table that I sit upon,
is wobbly and unstable,
the legs will give out,
but when is the question,
its all like a sick game, always guessing,
but this game is life,
so at some point the jenga blocks on the table will fall.

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The Words Of The Stars. A Poetry Book
Poetryjust my poetry nothing more some of which is from my friends most from my mind