When were still green around the gills

We use to play games to pass the time

Away,board games, card games, even

Hang man or connecting the dots,if we

Were lucky enough we got to draw or

Paint,always a treat to hear each other

Laugh,but who stops these games of

Once,to put the blocks away and color

In the lines,no one ever said when the

Games were over,how life became the

Crayon and it’s picture wasn’t those

Dots,the words got harder to spell

As the hang man laid in the balance

Now life was the game and it’s rules

Are pretty much the black Crayon

As the scene is hang man and death

Becomes the game with an end


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