My Favorite Game

 

‘Round and

Around and

Around we go

Where we stop

Nobody knows

In the little game

Oh we’ll call it

Life

The game with

Ever-changing rules

First time was okay                              

Do it again

And you’re out                        

“That’s not fair!”

“What does that mean?”        

“It means you’re cheating.”

“It means I’m what-ing?”

You see how

Logic is wasted

On the creators

Of the game?

Some cry

Some die

Some whimper

In fear

Some don’t shed

A tear

But feel it

Nonetheless.

Her?

She laughs.

What do they got

That he don’t got?

Power?

Who needs that

Power?

She has happiness

He has joy

She has something

She loves to share

She has love

He understands

(And feels)

The inherent

Worth and

Dignity

Of every single

Player

Of this

Sport.

Unfortunately

Most would call them

The losers

For their hearts

Are the most

Fragile

Since they

Wear it on their

Sleeves.

They have no

More

Or

Less

To lose than

Every other contestant

They’re just willing

To start

Over.