THE GAME OF LIFE
Why are we here, what is our aim?
I figure life’s a kind of game
That if we win, to loud acclaim,
We’re guaranteed eternal fame,
But if we lose, it’s to our shame,
We were a spark, but not a flame—
“And what became of what’s-his-name?”
Yet others more enlightened claim
That fame or shame, it’s all the same,
Or what you picture’s what you frame.