The Game of Life

Life is a game at which we play.
We make our moves on every day.

Some are right and some are wrong.
We usually look back as we move along.

But looking back doesn't change how we've played
unless you learn from mistakes you've made.

Few are winners and too many lose.
For the games's unfair and when you choose

a move that's not right you later regret
what you did. For you don't forget.

But since life's only a game we play
when the game is finished we finally say

'I should have done this or should have done that'
We fail to recognize that where we're at

is exactly where we should be.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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