THE GAME OF LIFE.
Would we turn back the wheel of Time,
And live this life all o’er?
Take up the threads of life anew,
And weave them as before?
Methinks I hear you say “Ah no!”
Life’s fabric is worn out.
The colors too, have lost their hue.—
I would not turn about
And live my life all o’er again,
Unless I could improve
Upon the game of Life I’ve played;
More skillfully could move.
For I have oft made dire mistakes,
Made errors in Life’s deal,
And could I change the game, would it
Add something to my weal?
I never learned Life’s game quite right;
Mistakes I ever made,
And if I gained a single point,
My ignorance next outweighed
All I had gained in former move.
I ever lost in game.
It seems I ever lacked in skill,
If so, I’m not to blame.
And now the game I must give up,
But I will not despair.
I will begin all o’er again—
Defeat I cannot bear.
But it will not be on this earth;
For here I’m done with life.
I’ve played Life’s game, and ever lost,
To live is naught but strife.