Life Is A Game

Life is a game of small inches
Worlds are a game of tall smiles
Galaxies get famed
When milk drenches
Stars in their cheerio piles
You are the same as your elders
Who were to blame for your being
Nothing gets framed without welders
Arcing your eyes into seeing
Listen to hearts when you pass them
They’ve all made music before
Don’t hesitate to outlast them
From having to choose what’s in store
Furthermore inward grows huger
Universe stuck in a shell
Positive thoughts to improve her
Here in this moment we dwell
Scaling atop of most mountains
Flailing aneath most blue seas
We are somewhere in the middle
Entailing all just what we please
Life is a game of small inches
Worlds are a game of tall smiles
Strife is the same as the cinches
That some people claim all the while

By: John MacKinnon

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