I’m playing a game I never can win,
That I surely must lose in the end;
And yet, it’s so mysterious and queer,
That I’m glad my strength to expend
In struggle, and strife, and scheme,
To move me and mine in the game;
Knowing well that with moves good or bad
The end will be always the same.
I know I must lose; but I play
Just the same as tho’ I might win,
And laugh, and make merry over good plays,
And over the bad ones I grin.
My opponent surrounds me about,
A dumb and inscrutable IT;
Without joy or pain at my losses or gain,
Making exact counter moves that all fit.
Without a mistake or a doubt
Are all the replies to my play;
Mine enemy can’t win or lose;
But in the end I must pay.
The best I can get in the end
Is that friends, if they mention my name,
Will say: “Although he cashed in,
He made a good try at the Game.”
And so I play the game of Life
According to my power and light,
And when old Nature calls the game
I shall at least have made a fight.