The game of life and how we as an individual handle it.

Another old poem of mine about how people can be used like pawns.

A free verse(verse-royal)

A free verse(verse-royal)

Sometime life can seem like one big game.

You play absolutely everybody like a pawn in your game.

Our mechanical world…

Sportsmanship.

Nobody wants to remember a bad experience.

What will a description do to the audiences mind when the answers however maybe apparent? After some time I may discuss exactly what certain lines and / or the whole piece means. But like other writings, isn’t that the mystery that captivates us to be creative?