The Game
THE GAME
A boy, and an old man, across a board,
A game of strategy, played with a sword.
The pieces move, with careful thought,
Each player, a battle to be fought.4
The boy, a quick mind, with eyes so bright,
The old man, a sage, full of insight.
They play, with focus and intensity,
A test of skill, a fierce velocity.8
The game unfolds, a battle of wits,
The tension builds, each move a hit.
The end draws near, the tension high,
A single move and a final sigh.¹²
The old man, with wisdom so keen,
Makes the final move, a deft routine.
The boy, in shock, his eyes so wide,
He'd lost the game, his pride had died.¹6
But as he rose, his head held high,
The old man said, "You fought a good fight."
With those words, the boy's heart was light,
He'd lost the game, but gained insight.²°
That even when you lose the fight,
There's always wisdom, a lesson to learn,
From every battle, a lesson to earn.²³
Though you may fall, or feel despair,
There's always hope, always a prayer.
That even in darkness, light will shine,
That even in sorrow, joy is divine.²7
So the boy left, his head held high,
The old man smiled, a twinkle in his eye.
Life is the game, the players are you and I.³°
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? November 2023.
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