Play!
Our lives are but a game
Played by no one’s die
Save our own. When we die
What will happen with
Money and estates earnt
In earnest throughout?
What is its reason?
And so ask how we
Win this sport,
Who loses and
Why. I call you
Remember those whose
Names never forgot.
And who losers?
Those who perish?
Surely we all
Lose; those winners all are
Lost.
Yet no: of losers there
Are none. Of players we
All stand guilty. As
Religious should we
Endure gaming?
I am of God and
Play still. I want to
Win; playing
With joy is
My sport’s fancy.
© Joseph Tradescent, 19/11/2004
Poems
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