Game Of Life Poem by Donal Mahoney

You played Hide and Go Seek
as a child and you always won.
You’d find your sister

hiding behind the couch.
She always hid there
and you wondered why she didn’t

hide somewhere else but the game
was giggles for her—not life.
Decades later now you play

the same kind of game but
you’re not seeking your sister.
You have to find him

before he finds you.
He has forever to look
and in time finds everyone

often to our surprise.
You knew your sister was
hiding behind the couch so

it was easy to find her.
Finding him took longer
but the game of life is

finding him before he finds us.
Because that’s when he points
one way or the other.