Over-Play

Like childhood's quest, interim's speed of modesty, the innocence seed is muddled by contentions need to dominate, and then recede! So is the heart, in love's replay so wanting start in disarray, the time's advantage only stay as rules are sandwiched over-play! . . . now Left over feeling's crowd relay that once no buttress could dismay, now thought out effort stills in fray 'tis not the same, I'm heard to say! When first we cared, I loved each day, now only witness, often scorn, not wholly given, not of yearn but breaking gray, to truth's adjourn! Can this be us, our lives array but kindled to survivor's may considerate with guessed return while once before ~ reflexive burn! . . . now Assumption's strewing with concern each one to rueing his parlay, that separate path, the forefront's stern deducts its cost, for symbol's pay! It's just . . again, just so-so weigh, once wanting love, now . . . over-play!