Life is a short game, live it well |
Gambit A fallen King, he left the board, not too long ago Yet even with that game now scored, a peace begins to show Observing all the pieces strewn, scattered in his wake Such thoughts, the sight releases, hewn, unsought, the branches shake As fruit cascades on errant lawns, and foliage, it falls Flowers from a season gone, with autumn's urgent calls To grab the tiger by the tail, with bulls seized by their horns Sometimes you have to fall, to fail, that's where triumph is born So many pieces on the board, yet finite are the squares If in doubt, of bounds, go out … see how well you fare Otherwise you'll never know, just how much you are worth With all the things you've lost on show, drab crops in barren earth Cursed to be a step behind, whilst others win the race All too often you might find, you could've had first place So take the journeys, make your moves, strike where irons hot Mettle cooled, so hard it proves, … better struck, than not and when you bring the hammer down, hit it firm and square Glancing blows do no one proud, to no one are they fair Let the pieces know their place, the pieces in your game Their role within your sacred space, that just isn't the same … not the same without them, those random barren squares Souls strayed to reservations, leave you wishing you were there Past the safety of the pickets, fences over which we stow, away to buy the tickets … but maybe let them know Let them know they matter, make them conscious of their light Having been there, bought the t-shirts, surrendered, waving white Waved white above a fallen king, from not too long ago Let loved ones know the light they bring, … let your pieces show |