life is a game

life is a beautiful gift

it is just like a lift

life is given one time 

so enjoy it every second

because it will be long gone

in to unreturning done

it is like a game

which has been played

by millions and trillions

some are poor some are rich

but they all were kicked

into unforgiving grave

where they scream and shout

but no souls were out

it was a gift

but got lifted away by money

which got finish just like honey

stay with your lovesones 

because they all will come ones

stop to waste time or it will hurt

This poem is about: 
Our world

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