It's All A Game

By Phillip Hennessy

It's all a game,
this world today.
There's winners
and there's losers.
There's them that play,
them that pay,
There's beggars,
and there's choosers.

There's them that rent
with no intent
And only take the wrong lines.
And some are sent,
like heaven's scent
To stay and live,
for long times

It won't make sense,
no matter how.
There's no defense,
there's only Now.
The past is done
and it ain't fair.
The future only matters
……if you're there.

©2012 Phillip Hennessy