A TIRED GAME

A TIRED GAME


When life starts we look at it
Through a kaleidoscope,
In which one sees many a
Happy scene full of hope.

As time passes we play our
Innings in the life’s game.
Each plays a different stroke;
No two games are the same.

Through childhood, adolescence,
Then the turbulent youth,
We pass till, in our old age,
We see the final truth.

That life has been a tired game
Played by the cruel fate,
In the end we realise
But then it is too late.


• Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format
• Written for the “Inspirations” contest, "Invalid Item" , 10th Round, November 2008, hosted by destinydances ~ mail 200% full . Prompt: “Tired game”.


M C Gupta
27 November 2008