Game We Play

This game we play.

The one we call life.

The earth is our board.

Our choices are the

cards we picked.

The dice we roll?

Those are the risks we've taken.

We are the pawns.

Those who push us

from square to square?

Those are our parents.

They have shown us

right from wrong

They claimed us when we were

rebellious or misbehaved.

If we can't trust those 

who move us.

Then how can we trust

ourselves

In this game we call

Life?

Reviews

[Aurora .I.]

I like this, it's abstract and beautiful. I also like the methaphor for life as a game because I've always thought about it that way. Life is a game or a puzzle, you've got to put the pieces in the right spot or make sure you don't get knocked off the board like in Sorry. Though, don't you think it's a bit unfair that way? I dunno, it seems like that's penalizing us for mistakes- if it was a game I mean. But it's true, we are criticized for making mistakes even though we are all human and bound to make them. Anywhoozer ba Doozer, good poem!!