Barry Stebbings Poet Rhyme

Constanza - a Dangerous Game

A Dangerous Game

     Did we play a dangerous game?
     Thinking it a silly affair,
     That we might find some comfort there.

     Following desires that inflamed,
     Leading us on with certain stride
     High Passion our uncertain guide.

     Shaping, in time, whom we became,
     Setting aside those friends we knew.
     Without thought our ambitions grew

     Not knowing we could not reclaim
     Our loss; leaving our dreams behind.
     Though we searched we would never find

     Ourselves; nor pass the way we came.
     Our fate was sealed by our own hand.
     Was this the future we had planned?

     Did we play a dangerous game?
     Following desires that inflamed,
     Shaping, in time, whom we became.
     Not knowing we could not reclaim
     Ourselves; nor pass the way we came.

     11/18/2017

      For contest 'Constanza' by Craig Cornish
      Checked with 'Howmanysyllables.com

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Rhoda Tripp November 28, 2017 at 5:03 PM Oh, Barry. I'm jealous. This is an awesome constanza. Winner, winner chicken dinner! Barry Stebbings November 29, 2017 at 1:11 PM Thank you very much, Rhoda. // Barry

Phyllis Babcock November 21, 2017 at 1:52 PM Well written and a deep subject for some. love phyl Barry Stebbings November 22, 2017 at 11:43 AM Thank you, very much Phyllis. // Barry

Ronald Kent November 19, 2017 at 11:32 AM Great write Barry, good luck in the contest. Barry Stebbings November 19, 2017 at 1:05 PM Thank you very much, Ronald. // Barry Barry Stebbings November 19, 2017 at 1:05 PM Thank you very much, Ronald. // Barry