A Good Game Poem by Akhtar Jawad
A Good Game
A good game is a game,
In that the defeat is not a shame,
It wasn't your day, bad luck,
My sweet little duck,
Throughout the race,
I saw your amazing pace,
But overconfidence is a frost,
The race you lost,
The frost will disappear,
The atmosphere will be clear,
The sun will rise again and again,
Your lost glace you'll regain.
I was hasty and gave you only 4 stars. I'd give 5 now if I could. Instead I've made it a favorite.
Akhtar, You had a big 'winner' of a poem until the last line. Is 'glace' supposed to read/be 'grace'? I'll bet it is. I'm sorry Pakistan is having trouble with another country (I think I read today) . Best wishes. bri ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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3/13/2026 6:49:03 AM # 1.0.0
Maybe now YOU can be MY 'teacher'. I 'love' your use of 'frost' and 'little duck' and...your fine rhyming. : ) bri