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Game of Life

With different people come different skills,

in the game of life which we all play.

And like a game of chess , each piece,

unique in its own way.

 

To the smallest pawn to the greatest knight,

each piece reflects who we are inside.

But as one might think a disadvantage is at hand,

that the pawn has not any chance.

 

With the queen’s strong offense,

and the bishops swift attack,

the pawn’s presence is sadly overlooked.

 

For many see it as a worthless runt,

only used in the scheme of the king and ignored

until the bitter end.

 

 

But in fact the pawn is the most courageous of them all.

The only piece who knows how to charge.

Fearless and brave, it surges forward,

unhesitant and void of fear.

Who won’t retreat when defeat is near.

 

So who are you? Which one are you?

The decisive knight, the stubborn king,

the blunt rook, the potent queen?

The swift bishop or the valiant pawn?

All of which reflects who we are.

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Sep 17, 2012
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