Life is a game,
Unevenly poised,
It is always, never the same,
With situations, you cannot avoid.
At times uneven at times odd,
At times, you are toatally stumped,
Googlys and sixers, goals and fouls,
Creating a path, to meet your soul.
Losing a game, you learn,
Winning a game, you yearn,
Either ways you go,
To reach new heights, you grow.
With each game, you come out wiser and strong,
Experience, is your teacher lifelong,
It’s all a game of life and mind,
You learn to move forward, never to look behind.
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As a sports lover I really loved it.At times you’re stumped but learn to move forward.wow💓
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Thank you so much Jeni, for your encouraging words.
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Pleasure is mine
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Aha, perhaps the city planners had this in mind… when designing the city roads… no wonder they are so uneven….
Yes, Life is uneven, unplanned and mystic… and your post brings this out beautifully..in a poetic way to top it all…
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Ha ha , good one Karthik. 😂
Thank you so much for your appreciation. 😃
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Life is a game , unevenly poised …..So true! A beautiful interpretation to the prompt!
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Thank you Radhika.
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The old man nods his head with a toothless smile to say “yes, yes, yes,”
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Thank you 😃
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This is life, well painted. Well done!
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Thank you 😃
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Is it ironic that it is the uneven path in the road of life is what makes you stronger.
Your poem depicts living life to the fullest, Deepika!
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Thank you dear 😃
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