Losing At the Game?
Life is a tournament
which is played out
on a large checkerboard
The master moves his
pieces
while opponents quail at
their posts
It's a game which consumes
the heart and soul
As the clock spins
the game
becomes a vortex
With a sprinkling of respect
We utilize the forces we have
Dive into the deeper pool
Play the game as best we can
Someone will be victorious
in this battle
("the deeper pool "is a line from Lawrence Ferllinghetti's work)
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