Playing Life's Games Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Playing Life's Games



Wearily walking down lanes of yesterday, fatigued and
absolutely drained of energy.

Then putting in a CD, turning it on and listening to
the music touch senses with an intense pressure, feeling
good, bringing being alive again.

Taking it into stairwells, getting ready to climb to
heights of intellect, becoming self, energetic and lively.

Playing the game of life again, defining meanings of
designs, creating them for future poems.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ken E Hall 14 April 2014

Playing life's games sure needs a calm and fresh mind a lot of meaning in this poem...regards

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Amitava Sur 14 April 2014

Yes - it's an universal truth The left out memories are always sweet and unforgettable

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