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.
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