My white hair shows me that the game of my life <br />is near to the end <br />And I am to old to be a good player. <br />The school of life was always out there <br />but does not teach me how to play the game <br />and now I wait for the life to finish the game for me <br />as no one can do it better. <br />Alone in my darkness I am looking for the light. <br />The light that shows me the way to the reality. <br />I am not sad for that. <br />There is no game without end. <br />Always if one game is over a new game waits to begin. <br />It just needs a player. <br />The next time I will know how to play better. <br />I hope.<br /><br />Constantinos Grigoriadis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-game-40/
