Game of Life

If life was like a chess board, it would be easier, wouldn't it, with straightforward choices, black or white, to be made? You can only move this way or that...

By Rachel DeemingPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Before me, the black and white squares of life,

Of which I'm part, a piece made for the game.

Slipped from woman, experience's knife

Carved me, shavings shed as my piece was shaped.

Life is not simple as this board presents.

Not black or white, this, that - more "choose, choose, choose".

Where the shades of grey where the truth does rest?

Not here: a set-up set up, made to lose.

But this game can be won with strategy;

With wile and cunning and slyness and guile,

And strength to shove pawns to ignominy,

As "lead" players watch them fall, with a smile.

But my conscience I will not place in your hand

To be a Master you consider "Grand".

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