503. The Game Of Life Poem by Jaden Knight

The game of life is often misplayed
as none of us know the rules
we make it up as we go along
but we are not the only players

The dice are often miss-thrown
but we can't take back our turns
our moves can either reward or punish us
depending on the cards we pick up

Our pieces are not always well treated
and many have too many dents
while it may not change their go
their movement is greatly reduced

Only at the end of the board
we find that the scythe man is playing too
he collects all the pieces at the end whatever happens
so none of us can ever win