If you’ve ever played chess
you’ll no what I mean
Six moves ahead, and there go the queen
As you go thru the moves
And you move her about
All of a sudden she gets taken out
So now your life’s over,
Excuse me the game
As time goes by slowly you sit there, so lame
After a little time passes
And you think there’s no more
You’ve got fifteen more pieces
I can still make the score
All my small pieces, my Bishops my Rooks
They sit in the back ground
And remove others, like crooks
Now I have their Knights, and their Bishops
Their down to one Pawn
Life’s pretty good,
I’ve found I can move on
Although it is painful
And it will hurt quite a bit
Life without your Queen
Is not all of it
I’ve gathered my forces
Got them all in my sight
Took a deep breath
Now here comes the fight
Its not close to over by any means
Life,
I mean the game goes on with out the Queens
Its been a tough game
With out her around
One up and two over
I’ve won
I’ve captured their crown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem