THE GAME

by: Grace E. Easley

When clouds are greyI never mind,
Somehow it seems I always find
Some little joy to lighten care
And cheer me just by being there.

Life is a game we all must play,
Each in his own and seperate way,
It all depends upon your view,
Which way the world appears to you.

In every carnival the clown
Can only rise by falling down,
For every man a set of rules,
...And only those who cheat, are fools.

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