Pretend Poem by Cindy Thacher
Pretend
There is a game we all play,
when and where is hard to say.
We will play until the end,
then we realize, it's pretend.
We can hide our smug faces,
and never see those places,
but in the vicious storms of life,
we face reality in our strife.
So if you still want to play,
please do so day by day.
When we realize life will end
we no longer play 'the pretend'.
(written in 2002)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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