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[title] => Is It Worth It?
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[bodytext] => It’s dreaded Feared Unwanted. People spend lifetimes Trying to avoid it, To postpone it. Some look at it optimistically. Convince themselves: It can’t all be for nothing. We weren’t put here to live And dream And hope for a brighter future, If we’re just going to die. They agree There is more after. We live and accomplish And are judged by it later. But are we? We are simply God’s game. We look to the future To bring us brighter things. We work hard To earn them. We are eager, We are strong. And we die. All our work, All our effort Simply postpones What we now know to be The inevitable. So why do we continue to try? Because that is the nature of humans. We are not the smarter animals Like we so often say we are. We are fitted with A stupid stubbornness. And we don’t learn From the mistakes. We never will For we are a doomed race, It was evident from the start. But people avoid It so much that We begin to forget to notice. But not me. Never me. I have always been different. The humans said I was troubled. Said I was different. Looked at me like I was mad; Crazy! And stupid. But they’ll never know I was right all along. I saw past God’s mask, And won the game Before ever stepping On the squares. Because that’s the only way You can win. Once you begin to play, Death is no longer A winner’s prize. But if you take The prize At the start, You have won. I’m taking myself From the game. And, By doing so, I will win. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 21 [informant] => mary0005 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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