My family and a familiar face
Likes to play games
We retreat to the dungeon
Of old games
To remove all cobbwebbs
I feel cheated for my labor
Embarassed by my pleasure
Now full of anger
I exit the scene
Now at the car
A trade for something new
A bothersome insect
Drives me to rage
But I do nothing but control myself
Controlling self as not to hurt a creature that does nothing but try to survive let aside human bother.. the sweet doing nothing playing games, yes sounds so old and ancient times but a with touch of sweetness one happy moment of my childhood came to find.Thank you for share, let me know when you write more,10
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I like it. You have described it very well. Vivid imagery and remarkable style. Great write. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Please use the search box by typing the name of the poem if the page doesn't open with the title of the poem.