The Game

 

I thought the game would last for many days.

We set a lively pace, and every phase

Held promise for the morrow's little bout.

I never thought the game would soon give out.

 

We laughed more gaily each successive day,

And wilder grew the nature of our play,

Your teasing eyes, your bold provoking stance

Inciting to our foolish merry dance.

 

Maybe you found the game spun on too fast;

Maybe the dangers from some game long past

Came haunting you, for suddenly, my friend,

You turned away – the game was at an end.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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