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The Game, Playing the Game

Yes, playing the game. It's a game isn't it?
Life is but a game, but a dream isn't it?

I drove home by that road many, many times,
that very same short-cut country road that you drove
that road where our lives crashed, exploded and shattered
shattered in jagged shards of Silver-Saturn pieces

(This is where you must have seen the swerving headlights
What were your thoughts? Were you worried? Were you alarmed?
This is the spot, oh God this is where, where it all hap...
What were your LAST thoughts? What were your last words
when that pick-up jumped, jumped and flew out of that ditch?
You always said "WHAT THE!"... Yeah, you must have said that)

Driving myself to madness playing the 'what if' game
What if you had driven just a little faster?
A little slower? Stopped to pick up something?
DIDN'T stop to pick up something? (Did-didn't-did...)
Stayed at work a minute longer, or left a minute early?
(What-if-what-if what-if-why-where-what-where-when-why)

Just what are the odds? Just what are the chances?
2:AM? Maybe one car, one car every 2 hours or so?
It was 'perfect' timing, a 'perfect' flash in time
(Perfect-imperfect-perfect-why-where-what-when-where-how)

I drove home by that same road many, many times,
that very same short-cut country road that you drove
that same short-cut road, that road you were driving
just trying to get back home...

Yes, playing the game. It's a game isn't it?
Life is but a game, but a dream isn't it?

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  1. Date: 7/18/2014 3:51:00 PM

    Wow, this is a great write Tim you took us into the mind and the games it plays with us so well. I wish I had wrote this one....Brilliant, my friend....peter
  1. Date: 7/18/2014 2:42:00 PM

    love this, especially the last line - so true!
  1. Date: 7/18/2014 3:05:00 AM

    What a powerful write, sad though...Howv you been, Tim?
  1. Date: 7/17/2014 6:02:00 PM

    Wow! Tim! Such tragedy and so well penned my friend. I have myself tortured long over what its... We have to go on.. Some things we just have to accept.. Big hugs my friend.. Arlene
  1. Date: 7/5/2014 3:01:00 PM

    A gut-wrenching poem, Tim, and I have played that mind-game over and over myself, during a recent tragedy in our family.....the 'what-ifs' have kept me awake at night in a futile dream like state that is if somehow we could reverse the realities. We can't change it.....acceptance is the hardest game of all. I'm so sorry to say...my friend.
  1. Date: 7/3/2014 10:10:00 AM

    You said it so well... Have never heard the after thoughts explained any better... Sorry for your loss. You touched me here...
  1. Date: 7/1/2014 3:52:00 PM

    Oh Tim, I want to cry with you and hug you. Some times life gives us difficult story lines, and it doesn't seem fair, but you are strong, thank you for sharing this because hard events are easier when they are not buried. much love my friend xox
  1. Date: 7/1/2014 11:54:00 AM

    Tim I tried the what if game but for different reasons...your memories will carry you through the hard times and the love of others will soften the pain...beautiful write on such a difficult subject...I offer you my love... Prayers... And a big hug.....Tim
  1. Date: 7/1/2014 11:33:00 AM

    Such a sad sad poem Tim a tragic tragic event with 'if only or what if' being something so many of us can relate to at some stage of our life when tragedy falls on us. My heart goes out to you. Hugs Jan xx
  1. Date: 7/1/2014 10:17:00 AM

    Tim.. When someone We love passes to the land of no tears..We have many questions to ask God..What if?Why he or she?Why not me? I guess our destiny is written on our palms dear friend, but remember the place We are going to is much more serene than here,and so very beautiful.Remember it is our body that is gone..but our soul will never die..and through soul We can always connect with those We love.I feel for your loss Tim...You re in my prayers dear.
  1. Date: 7/1/2014 9:54:00 AM

    Tim, oh let me brush the tears away, this poem is heartbreaking, I know this pain well, yes there are many what if's that will forever linger, your writing is outstanding
  1. Date: 7/1/2014 9:21:00 AM

    Tim....Tim, if I could...if I had the power...I'd go back in time and keep him at work a little longer, or a little later...distracted him, or held the steering wheel of the other guy....or...or...or...But I'm powerless. It happened. God knows why. Maybe HE knew he was ready for something better. Think of it..we that remain..go through heartache and pain...misery. I don't know. We will one day. You'll see him one day. Hugs
  1. Date: 7/1/2014 7:07:00 AM

    intriguing and thought provoker write with action in between and a feeling of emptiness but longing to reach reach home..

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