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The Games We Play

Silly games we play

on the game board

of life…

under the pretense

of irritable hushes….

and the stubborn

disingenuous excuses.

The games we play

as if we were twelve

remain with us and

cost us precious time

that neither of us

have to waste…

We move like pieces

and buy hotels or

rent rooms for the night

and play the games

only to hurt from

the loneliness,

self pity and confusion.

The games we play

are not as fun

as they used to be

when we were young,

because there’s so little time

left to enjoy them.

The games we play

are not games at all

but rather

the lives we

choose to live.

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Written by
allen-smuckler
American
Published
Dec 6, 2010
Lines·Words
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Notes

November 16, 2010

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