The Games That We Play Poem by Gert Strydom

The Games That We Play



Far too quickly we are bored
when some people try to draw attention
in the games that we daily play.
Far too quickly we are bored
and divided among ourselves
by every gossiper.
Far too quickly we are bored
when some people try to draw attention.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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