Play
When we are young we run along,
And jump up and down to play.
As physical joy and giggling,
Are like new toys that share the day.
While we grow, we join with others,
And begin to compare and compete.
Adding various tools and devices,
For us to learn and control or defeat.
Somewhere along the line, the recreation
Is surpassed and winning is held high.
Only to see some innocent pleasure
Escape, from tears in the youthful eye.
Then it happens with little warning, where
The victors and the vanquished are perceived.
As competition creates a vast chasm, and
It's much wider than many believed.
The process matures for those athletic adults,
With fame and fortune becoming the test.
So that the greatest may emerge with some
Lost happiness, while reflecting on their quest.
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