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The Fog

Through early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see

I try to find a way to make
All our little joys relate
Without that ever present hate
But I know that it’s too late

The game of life is hard to play
I’m going to lose it anyway
The losing card I’ll someday lay
So this is all I have to say

The only way to win is cheat
And lay it down before I’m beat
And to another give a seat
For that’s the only painless feat

The sword of time will pierce our skin
It doesn’t hurt when it begins
But as it works it’s way on in
The pain grows stronger watch it grin

A blind man once requested me
To answer questions that are key
Is it to be or not to be
And I replied, “Oh why ask me?”