The Game of Life

My son looked through the board games And he chose the Game of Life, Where people-pegs must navigate Through times of joy and strife. My grandkids bought insurance, Found a spouse and had some kids, Took a job and earned enough to Be quite rich or on the skids. It was fun to watch their styles, Taking risks or laying low And they loved to sue each other, Though the tears would sometimes flow. Yet the 9 year old did question Why the winner at the end Was the one who had the biggest Pile of money he could spend. He insisted that in life Mere money shouldn’t be the judge Of what really is important As through ups and downs we trudge. I was thrilled at that conclusion But I laughed when, in a flash, He declared himself the winner After counting out his cash.