Life Is a Chess Game
Life is a chess game,
Where fools eat your black or white pawns,
Where liars replace shiny pawns
To confiscate them in your loving heart,
A chess game, where riders pass
Without seeing you in the barren deserts,
Where horses transport you and make you invisible
Day and night, summer and winter, far from peaceful squares,
Life is a game of chess, where it is better to live
In castles unjustly, kings, sleeping with angels,
Than push a plow, and bite the odorless dust
Fields and stones too heavy,
Life is a chess game, where friends advise you
And make you honest, or smart, or careful,
Where you must learn not to die as an idiot,
Sacrifice battles or theories, for books of poets,
A chess game, subtly Manichean and deep,
Where you can’t be impressed by the confidence
Of each other, warriors and peasants, a game of chess,
Where only a chess queen allows you to escape tough emotions
And scarecrows standing on the chessboard of the heart..
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