Plymouth High School - Rock Yearbook (Plymouth, IL)

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ighgairal THE GAME IS ON Each day of our lives there's a game we all play And none are mere spectators here Who sit on the sidelines apart from the fray To cavil and boo, or to cheer. There are few stellar roles in this contest called life, But there's something that each one can do, Never think of small moment your part in the strife For the team is depending on you. There are times when the outlook is not very bright And our spirits are heavy with dread, But the least extra effort may win for the right When the issue just hangs by a thread. Our goal may be stakes that are worthy and high And each day with new chances rife, To boast for our team with a sturdier try, As we play in this game of life. -B. L. Bruce We can't all play a winning game, Someone is sure to loseg Yet we can play so that our name N o one may dare accuse That when the Master Referee scores against our name, It won't be whether we've Won or lost, But how we played the game. It ain't the individual Or the army as a whole, But the everlasting team work Of every blooming soul.