Life and Chess
Life can be likened to a good game of chess
As white has always moved first,
And whilst kings have ruled without a cut on their hands,
Every pawn’s life is cursed.
In life, some of us move sideways or backwards,
And many only know one way,
Such as the peasants and privates who run deadly straight
When they’re hurled right into the fray.
Amongst people there are those who are unassuming
Like the bishops who snipe from afar.
And a player is sure to look both ways before crossing
Quite similar to a pedestrian wary of a car.
Life can be likened to a good game of chess,
As it’s an art many struggle to comprehend,
A treacherous field upon which every effort and attempt
Is often met with a dismal dead end...
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