Life Is A Hopscotch Game Poem by Arno Le Roux

There is a game as old as dare

That when it's drawn as square

Or included a few circle shapes

Depending on your survival takes

The game require many hops

And has many many stops

Over perils financial and health

Reckless or by planned stealth

It's all but merely just a game

But it has a rule all the same

Future helping hands so wide

For your perils bridge with glide

Somehow were held so steady

When to help you were ready

Help others their honour to keep