The Game of Life
The Game of Chess, came along,
with King, and the lonely song.
The Pawns, they are so loyal,
they make the king, look royal.
The Queen, she cuts like a knife,
a sharp dagger, of a wife.
The Bishops, winding their way,
looking for, a place to play.
Then the Knights, jumping on down,
get knocked out, this time around.
Come the Rooks, there is the weight,
They are key, to the Kings fate.
Life is played, like a Chess Game,
with a Mans, Fortune and Fame!
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2020
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