Games People Play

Games People Play

A Poem by Tony Hwilka

Husbands, wifes,

                       lovers

Are we not like children

                       on a carousal?

Playing games with each other

                       others or self.

The carousal goes

                       round and round

children jump from horse to horse

wishing -- hoping

                      the latter be faster

only to pretend

                      they, in the end are winners.

Do they not know

                      the horses are bolted in place.

Were they not even

                      in the begining as in the end.

© 2008 Tony Hwilka


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Tony Hwilka
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I really liked the analogy of life to a carousel. This is interesting to think about and opens up all kinds of possibilities. You are right, it is not really a race, no one 'wins' at the end. We all wind up the same. I'll enjoy thinking about this one for quite a while.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Tony Hwilka
Tony Hwilka

Willingboro, NJ



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In the land of poetry I've been very luckly. I have had my own poetry show on radio station WTTM Trenton N.J. reading my poetry from 1982 -- 1990. Was president of the Southern Poets of N.J. and still.. more..

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