When life starts we look at it
Through a kaleidoscope,
In which one sees many a
Happy scene full of hope.
As time passes we play our
Innings in the life’s game.
Each plays a different stroke;
No two games are the same.
Through childhood, adolescence,
Then the turbulent youth,
We pass till, in our old age,
We see the final truth.
That life has been a tired game
Played by the cruel fate,
In the end we realise
But then it is too late.
• Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format
• Written for the “Inspirations” contest, "Invalid Item" , 10th Round, November 2008, hosted by destinydances. Prompt: “Tired game”.
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