The Game Itself

That which is learned the hard way
Is hardest to forget
Having turned a few hairs gray
And left behind regret

The spring fling of a young day
Need never end quite yet
We might as well enjoy it
Whatever the "mature" say

They envy us I bet

Love lives and knows no age
And no one can destroy it
None but ourselves alone

Our prize of pilgrimage
Learned the hard way makes us whole
In the way the wise have known:

Journey is destination
The game itself the goal
Love in my estimation
Is what has saved my soul

+Steven Curtis Lance



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