The Games We Play

What game will be played today

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Each day I wake to see
What game will challenge me
I leave my shack
No looking back
This day I’ll win you’ll see

Cautioned by the weather’s pain
I shelter from the pouring rain
It hinders me for just a bit
Then off I go to find my fit

It will be soon I know it now
The game I seek is off the bow
The rain is still the park fills up
It’s time to fill my treasure cup

This often curse who sometimes wins
Has challenged me his game of chess
I soon will put him to the test
To cure him of his boasting sins

The game goes on his rook takes pawn
I sense his rath his ghastly scorn
My moves come quick precise and true
This game of chess I know it true

Twelve moves he thinks I’m on my guard
I know now that he has no God
I take his queen the game’s mine to take
He moves his king “Mate!”
— WOLRAD

(A poem from the Wolrad collection #285)