Wednesday, March 19, 2014

What is your game

First remembrance of possession a pocket full of marbles
Some coveted trophies from good times
A short childhood fast learned shorten by refrain
I never lost my marbles they vanished in knowing

A desk with objects small and tall all play the same game today
Some tucked in a pocket as the other day
Simple pleasures of conquest over challenges I had power to put away
Some in my pocket some for another day.


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