The Game of Life
Were you a peg that wouldn't fit?
That peg who missed by just a bit.
A tad too round or oddly square,
A peg not fitting anywhere.
Your trip through life, a life askew,
Made you wish for something new.
While time passed by, your edges wore.
You longed for less while life sent more.
One day across the board you see
a spot that's simply meant to be.
Life has sanded the edge away
Giving you a chance to play.
Many will get their turn to play.
If a peg won't fit it might someday.
Since our future is often unforseen
Take that chance to find your dream.
Copyright © Donna Condron | Year Posted 2020
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