Playing Games - Poem by Sandra Osborne
Playing games to satisfy
Some deep inner fear,
Wondering why we cry,
And why are we all here?
I asked the blind man
On the corner, 'What do you see? '
And he answered only once,
'Just every single need.'
And if no one understands, there's pain,
To prove that it's all real.
And every time I see your face,
I scream, and laugh, and feel.
Copyright 1992 Sandra Osborne
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