When I Forget that Life is but a Game

I’m sad when I forget that life is but a game
where tables turn and pieces are swept away,
where no rule is ever set forever.

Anxious, when I forget that games are for playing,
that losing a round is not serious
and that, eventually,  nothing is for real

Lost, when I stop moving through the squares,
when I cling to the edge of the board
as players start trading positions.

Frustrated, whenever I believe one day will come
when I can understand it all : who throws the dice
how cards are dealt, how one reaches top ranks.

So alone, if I allow myself to be fooled by speeches,
attitudes and gilding around successful people
If I want to be them, if I forget to smile.

Franck Joseph

©F.J Aug 2017
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