Life and Strife are with Mysteries Rife

Until end, we must try

No use if we sadly cry

One day, we must die

And reach the Sky


We make a plan

Thinking we can

God puts a ban

To stop each man


We aim too high

With a greedy eye

We live with a sigh

Joy for all, we deny


We play great politics

We destroy economics

Through our gimmicks

We introduce tricks


We daily march on

We get also a dawn

Before we yawn

Our life is gone


During this brief stay

A game in life we play

We may or mayn't pray

God goes in His way.





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