I played a game.
A game that i thought i could win.
Even though the odds were against me.
I still believed that i would win.
I tried to be an honest player,
but i was treated like a cheater.
I pretended it didn't bother me,
but i could only pretend for so long.
There I was ready to make my big move.
I had waited so long for this.
I would finally really be in this game.
Then suddenly game over.
I had lost before i could make something happen.
Now i knew that this game was impossible to win.
Well at least for me it was.
Why invite me to play then?
Why invite to a game....
where you wouldn't give me a chance to win?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To win ----you have to be gamemaker no matter who treats you what way. Winning always starts in the head and ends up in the heart.Choice is yours which one you choose your startline.........you have to be a good timer with the write points at the right time.Otherwise.....you know your answer.........Do not loose your head even if your heart betrays you......At least you will win on earth if not heaven. I am the player of kind what i said here and almost everywhere i won except one area---heart.Its a different strategy there.Perhaps no strategy works simultaneously.Whatever-for you its a tenner