The ride is long and treacherous ‘til you get to the top

Like climbing up a mountain or a road that doesn’t stop

The sweat pours down your body and it seems to never end

A large canteen of water comes to be your only friend.

On the way up you seem to ride into some bumps and rocks

That make holes in the shoe you’re wearing right into your socks

But don’t give up and find some strength, inside of you is strife

For you’re playing the hardest game of all, that game is LIFE.

Dedicated to all of my friends because we rock, and our problems are so

traumatic sometimes that we should be on a soap opera or some sort of TV show...

I just ruined the ambience of this poem...awwwwwww...LOL

...and for all you people who think I’m describing the board game, LIFE, I AM NOT!