THE CHESS GAME OF LIFE

THIS IS A FUN LITTLE POEM I CAME UP WITH ON MY WAY HOME ONE DAY

CHESS I never could get it,

 all the names of the pieces,

all the moves they can make.

too much to remember for HEAVENS sake.

My sister had a great thought,

Chess is like driving in traffic on the freeway

cause you can move this way and that.

Watch out, that guy has a flat...

Move hear and there, just don't stare,

at that fellow over there.

Or he may block your way.

But plan your strategy ahead of time.

Move here and get there maybe on time.

Check and checkmate,

look out for that guy on a date !!

He isn't watching the road and

doesn't really care, so of him...beware.

Another player you have to watch

is the person on the phone.

they think on the freeway of life,

they are all alone.

Dial and talk, or fight and yell,

Watch out for him cause he isn't really here

his mind is far far away.

I hope and pray to make it through this

chess game, on the freeway of life today.

Reviews

[The Autumn Faerie]

You know,
I really hate Chess.
I never, ever understood it.
Especially when my brother would always beat me...
My poor little pawns!
Cute poem!