THE GAME WILL CHANGE

The losers of today,

May be, the winners of tomorrow;

And the winners of today,

May be, the losers of tomorrow;

Having lost all,

Grace and goodness;

In the eternal, and ethereal,

Games and gimmicks of life;

Look frozen, fried and frustrated;

In the burning, and boiling pot,

Of the world;

 Dried up deeply and scorched suffusely,

Up to the root;

On the face of the earth;

Having won all,

Hilarious and happy,

Hoarding all, the beautiful, and bounteous,

Excited and accelerated,

Sloganeering and singing,

To the blow, and blast of heart,

Festivities among friends,

As, the great gangster, of gambling,

Rudely and roughly,

Overpower all about;

But the a move, may overturn,

All, in a second;

The losers into winners,

And winners into losers;

If the game makes, a winner,

The same makes, a loser too;

Nothing is fix, and permanent,

On the earth, and firmament;

The great wheel,

Constantly and continually,

Rotates on anvil;

Downward to upward,

And upward to downward;

In the continuous course of, coil and recoil, 

The conditions keep changing;

Correlatively and cohesively;

The winners and losers,

Must not forget, the fact,

And, to be ever planed and prepared,

To face, the blow and brunt,

Of treacherous, and tumultuous time,

As the game will change.