I have not lived
but for 22 years
I wondered with eyes half open
and ears half closed
through this game of life
I had checker pieces
when life was chess
I found that searching for life's meaning
was often meaningless
I have endured
and I will still learn
I am all ashes
embers that burn
I always procrastinate
I was trying to be crowned
while life found checkmate
and threw my checkers
red pieces
all over the ground
really good piece, interesting way at looking at life nice one! ! ! !
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Your title caught me, as I love a good game of chess (and checkers, too) . Three of my poems are related to chess. They are IGOR, ETERNAL GAME? and BULLDOG OF IDAHO CHESS. I like the poem, by the way. Well written.