Before the game
Is the preparation
After the game
Is the prize ceremony
Do you dare to claim to be a player
The word is a stage
Life is a game
Those are the very old sayings
Do not sit with me
Face to face
Slough your idleness
Mind your useless indulgence
The taste of sweet breeze
Love and warmth from the east
Buzzing, chirping left their nest
Bees are busy
Singing the song of diligence
Open their petals intoxicating smell
Open your eyes
The day is exotic and very bright
Go to the field
Best of the best wishes
Be the player of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
What good is the game without the players. The imagery in your poem is expertly written.
the word is a stage, life is a game. its not who wins but how you play the game. excellent.
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