Game Of Chess
His life a game of chess.
With each piece cleaning up a different mess.
His legs the Pawns.
Leading him through obstacles trying to right every wrong.
Without this the chess game could have never been born.
The Rook his outer shield.
Can stop and turn in any direction, like a car it yields.
The Knight is intuition.
Like the pawn its with him through every condition.
Pacing around in an L like somebody was facing conviction.
The Bishop his morals and ethics.
Moving diagonal like the insulin running through the veins of a diabetic.
The King his heart and the Queen his mind.
Together they bring something one of a kind.
All the pieces coming together and deciding his fate.
Now the game is over it checkmate.
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