Tom Wright Poet Free verse

Life the Game

	
         Life,
	The Game
	Written: by Tom Wright
	10/13/01  
	
	I did not choose the game,
	The game chose me.
	My only choice,
	Has been my manner of play.
	I've played arduously,
	Making plays,
	Both decent and abject.
	My final quarter finds clock running,
	And the goal in sight.
	With no times out,
	I dare not be penalized.
	For it becomes more imperative each day,
	That, this game, I win !

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Edward Ebbs March 15, 2015 at 8:39 PM Thank you for your poem. LOL, I always thought I would meet Saint Peter at the Pearly gates and slide into home plate telling him I used everything up. My timing was off and I will have to limp into home plate, no sliding :) Tom Wright March 16, 2015 at 6:59 AM Slide, Limp, the important thing is that you get there. Tom