The Game Poem by Matthew Holloway
The Game
The games we play
Appear strange and unnecessary
Wasteful and of little consequence
There is no reward offered
No great prize to claim
And yet we still play
Like addicts carrying on
The game continues
Friday, August 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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