Life Is Chess Not Checkers Poem by Bryan Alexander

Life Is Chess Not Checkers

Rating: 5.0


I have not lived
but for 22 years
I wondered with eyes half open
and ears half closed
through this game of life

I had checker pieces
when life was chess
I found that searching for life's meaning
was often meaningless

I have endured
and I will still learn
I am all ashes
embers that burn


I always procrastinate
I was trying to be crowned
while life found checkmate
and threw my checkers
red pieces
all over the ground

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 15 December 2014

Your title caught me, as I love a good game of chess (and checkers, too) . Three of my poems are related to chess. They are IGOR, ETERNAL GAME? and BULLDOG OF IDAHO CHESS. I like the poem, by the way. Well written.

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Janell Cressman 05 November 2009

really good piece, interesting way at looking at life nice one! ! ! !

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