The game

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The game

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The game

Poem by: Constantinos Grigoriadis

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Genre: Poetry

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Summary

The school of life was always out there
but does not teach me how to play the game

Summary

The school of life was always out there
but does not teach me how to play the game

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Submitted: October 12, 2007

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Content

Submitted: October 12, 2007

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My white hair shows me that the game of my life
is near to the end
And I am to old to be a good player.
The school of life was always out there
but does not teach me how to play the game
and now I wait for the life to finish the game for me
as no one can do it better.
Alone in my darkness I am looking for the light.
The light that shows me the way to the reality.
I am not sad for that.
There is no game without end.
Always if one game is over a new game waits to begin.
It just needs a player.
The next time I will know how to play better.
I hope.

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