We seem to find comfort
in viewing
life as a game played on a field,
like some exciting sport,
pursuing
a chance to make opponents yield.
When did our great spirit
of consent
and faith in the power of all
give way to the thought that we're it?
Discontent
and distrust has led to our fall.
It's not too late to try
for therein
lies the road to our salvation.
Though we may go awry
it's no sin
to fail. Trying built our nation.
Notes
An entry for January 10 - "A Poem A Day Contest " [E]
Prompt 3:
Form: Tri-Fall - A Tri-Fall consists of three stanzas. Each stanza must have 6 lines. The rhyme pattern for each stanza is a/b/c/a/b/c, and the syllable count for each is 6/3/8/6/3/8. This form was created by Jan Turner. There usually isn't a whole lot of punctuation in a Tri-Fall, but can be included if it helps the poem as a whole.
Line Limit: 40
Line Count: 18
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