A game where people turn there backs, and trust that you don’t cheat.
A game where people do not brag, when they know they have you beat.
A game where no one gets upset, if there the one’s who lose.
A game where no one say’s that their the ones to make the rules.
A game where there’s no first or last, there’s only in between.
A game where people say the words there most afraid to speak.
A game where there’s no wrong or right, there only is a choice.
A game where someone really shy, could speak and hear there voice.
Perhaps this game dose not exist. Perhaps it’s hard to find.
But I guess the only thing I want, is this game to be my life.
I want to play this game someday, and for once in life let lose.
A game where no one ever lies. They only tell the truth.
A game made up of make believe, and things we want to do.
A game in which we live our life’s, and follow no one’s rules.
A game in which the strong are weak. And weak become the strong.
A game in which the ones who rule, for once do not belong.
A game where no one teases you because your playing fair.
A game where you could be yourself and no one thinks your weird.
Why can’t people be this way? Why can’t they be this game.
I know you think I’m crazy, but I really think I’m sane.
Perhaps I’ll never find this game. But I really hope I do.
Perhaps this game is just a lie. But who said make believe was true?
Whoa! ! Sorry I didn't see this earlier but it's been a long, long time since I've been on here and was feeling nostalgic. What a small world.
Hey concetta,it’s your cousin Melissa. I hope u see this and respond.
Whoa! ! Sorry I didn't see this earlier but it's been a long, long time since I've been on here and was feeling nostalgic. What a small world.
A smart poem. I have a saying If you're crazy you're normal and if you're normal you're crazy. Every-one is weird in their own special way. One of my top favorite words is Whimsical. I'm quite weird and so are my friends. Their to weird to even talk about. That is okay I like them just that way. Your game is not a lie. In this world you see the bits you wish to see. It is your game that is not a game. It is your life the game you wish to play and is what you live. It always seems to be that way. Bien!
Enjoying the personification of how life used to be in the 1920-1950 era when handshakes replaced contracts, and a promise even better, when life was not infatuated with greed and egotism...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! ! ! this poem was perfect...perfect....perfectly written...i'd play this game