It was a song; I sung when I was growing up.
“Games people play right wrong, they just…keep you feeling blue.”
Little did I know life for me would be like a game of chess.
I started out as a pond with some power.
It was tricky though because my moves were limited.
“People make the world go ’round” with the games they play.”
Life is like a game for me, it’ about me winning.
There are plenty of metaphors in the lyrics we chose;
lyrics are like directions in a recipe for a cake.
The game is not to become unglued by being halved baked.
It was a song; I sung when I was growing up.
“People make the world go ’round” with the games that they play.
I rose to a position like the bishop on the chess board.
I had more maneuvering power to capture my enemies’ devices.
I learned my worth-play to keep-play to win.
I move like a queen overpowering obstacle is part of the perks.
“…overpowering obstacles is part of the perks.” Hmn. I know poetry–especially free verse–is often devoid of punctuation. However, in this story, I think it might be helpful. 🙂