The Dying Game

Will you play The Dying Game

Will you wait to hear your name

Watching as the circles nears

Watching watching all your fears

One then two then three and four

Friends and family die off before

Before we’re ready, before we grip

The Dying Game is just life’s trip

 

Aging aging aging more

The Dying Game

Grows evermore

The Dying Game is not much fun

Most try to hide, some try to run

Some try to cure all of their ills

With bottles, bags and lots of pills

But ‘er The Dying Game persists

You cannot avoid

If you’re on the list

 

A circle closing closer in

Closing closing til you spin

Wondering when will it be me

Wondering worry

It’s fate, you see

 

Will you play The Dying Game

Will you wait to hear your name?

Will you dance under the stars

And worry not it’s life, it’s ours