Finish Line

A winters day

I want to play

Very wet outside; the breeze bites you

Days go by, and some make you want to cry

Days go by, and the sun will come to dry up the sky

What to play, I know not

A day to contemplate why we are here

Is life not one big game to be played

So gear up the  finish line is near

Have fun, have fun, have fun, what ever you do.

 

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