Life, the game
Or is it the game of Life?
Either way we are all just pawns.
No, wait that's Chess...
See, I can't even keep the games straight;
Or is it I can't keep Life straight?
I guess if I had a choice,
I'd really want to be the thimble in Monopoly.
I'd hide inside the bumpy dome
And nothing could pierce the exterior to get in.
But, alas no, in Life you have a car to get around
With room for passengers, the spouse and kids.
Note, you always have them in tow
But never friends; which seems too much like Life.
Again, in Monopoly there is always a Chance
That you'll share a jail cell with a Barrel of Monkeys.
It's just a hope you'll like them.
But our lives seem to be more of a strategy game:
Like Chess, Checkers, Stratego or Risk.
Though most of the time I feel Life has been more
Chutes and Ladders, Jenga, Scattergories or Taboo.
At the end of Life, one is left wondering;
Did I make it through okay?
Did I live my Life to the fullest or did I Boggle it all?
Was I able to get to the mansion
Or did I just go straight to a retirement home?
The only answer to the questions is to play.
Who knows maybe in this version of the game
You'll get a Yahtzee or Payday
Or even worse, it'll be a Twister or ...Farkle?
There I go again...
It's all just a game of Life, right?