The Game Poem by Kyle Schlicher
The Game
the game
grows tiresome.
the players
grow weary
of asinine rules
enforced by braying
ignorant fools.
the game
has but one objective
and that is
to survive,
to see another day.
the game
grows tiresome.
the players
want to take their ball
and
go
home.
(Chu Lai RVN 11-23-1968)
Friday, July 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: politics
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4/23/2024 8:04:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I found this inspiring and very true about life. Almost everyone is trying to survive, but instead of that...why don't we live instead of survive? Keep on, please.