Many try to stay upright and steady
Small seeds stick to our chest
Some are small and light
Others large and heavy
An abundance of instruments make a melody
Movements can sometimes be deadly
I stare at the chess board
A few pieces have toppled over
We all fall sometimes
Guess it's part of getting older
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Ohhh, except you and I - we never fall, we're perfect. heehee.
Argghh - just fell in a pothole! lol.
Haha.
and after falling do we insist on get back up again, that is the question..
I do, good old Batman Begins quote there!
True words Coolcuk, but at the end of the game a new game will start.
Andy
So very true.
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