THE GAME

By Nolan Moon

I must not have noticed,

The times those were so sad.

They must have been concealed, behind the joys we had. I guess I didn't feel,

The feelings that you longed.

So it must have been my fault, that things had gone so wrong. I'll not forget that dog, the way you loved him so.

Nor the night that you cried, because I broke my toe.

I can't forget the time,

We set the steaks on fire.

Or when you drove ten miles, on a flattened tire.

Or what about the night,

I drowned on our waterbed.

And the time the dog got sick,

From too much candy that you'd fed. I guess that the game is not over, until the score is in.

So I guess we'll never know, who will really win.