Emile Pinet Poet Sonnet

Cunningly Crafted

Life has its ups and downs, wins and losses:
that's the nature of the games people play.
We all strive to be one of the bosses:
and yet, fate seldom seems to work that way.

The games begin before we learn to speak,
fun ones, like believing in Santa Claus.
Amongst the many, that game was unique:
and still, some question what its purpose was.

Games introduce us to lies in disguise:
dulling the trauma of being deceived.
To win, one must learn how to improvise:
reality is weirder than perceived.

We play innumerable games of chance:
cunningly crafted, as games of romance.

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Linda Alice Fowler October 21, 2020 at 6:02 AM Lots of games in the world as you so aptly pen. Congratulations on the win! Linda Emile Pinet October 21, 2020 at 7:12 AM Thanks Linda, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.

William Kelii Kekaula October 20, 2020 at 3:04 PM A timeless game that teasingly shadows our every move, Emile, your welcoming truths is well-written, my compliments on your honorable placement, Aloha! William Emile Pinet October 21, 2020 at 7:12 AM Thanks William, I appreciate your comments my friend, Emile.