High Score

There are no losers
And there is no score
There are no medals
For those who have more

Everyone gets a ribbon
Because we are the same
For waking up every day
For playing this game

The dash for the finish line
Is really just a fools race
Trying to beat the rest
Better to set your own pace

Stoic Poetry


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