The Game

This mahjong game Swirls round the square; Four winds by name As shrewdness bares. A session round The square table; On crafty grounds As wit grapples. Here at the East, I sit and watch; Cache of pure feast, Cunning to dodge. Watch card discards, Study the way; Each player guards To build array. Each players thinks How to outwit; To weave a link, Chase winning bit. The cards go round As game proceeds; Logic is found As sure form feeds. Wins here and there, The four winds blow; Dragons somewhere To cast the flow. Play and chit-chat As each takes turn To bolster bet With grand returns. In a fast dash, Brisk hours pass quick; In a swift flash, Tiles change, thrown bricks. Our family Plays just for fun; Time moves briskly, Harmony puns. Late hours remind The end game count; Some wins we find, In small amounts. For a short while, We laugh and play; We share fond smiles, Make bonding pay. Here at the East All things begin; Warm fancy feasts From deep within. So here we tend Fond times we start; Begin and end With loving hearts. Leon a Enriquez 27 December 2014 Singapore