I never dreamed I'd live this long. <br /> Never thought I had much of a song, <br /> Maybe the old man got it wrong <br /> And took someone else instead. <br /> <br /> It's not that I've had a lot to give, <br /> He took better men, and let me live. <br /> Makes little sense to me. <br /> Maybe I should be grateful. <br /> <br /> But who said that I wanted to stay, <br />, Maybe I'm tired of the games the Gods play. <br /> Stumbling along day by day <br /> Just another chess piece on the board. <br /> <br /> It's all very strange this game of life, <br /> With all it's pleasure, pain and strife. <br /> It beats the hell out of me. <br /> Will someone explain me the rules. <br /> <br /> Is it ordained or is it chance <br /> That takes us on our merry dance? <br /> Mostly headlong with no backward glance <br /> As we dance to our separate tunes. <br /> <br /> Then comes the day we dance no more. <br /> Do we really stand knocking on heavens door <br /> Hearing the angels sing, and hoping to be welcomed in. <br /> I wonder.<br /><br />Brian Joseph Dickenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-38/
