Our Game Poem by Josh Bashline
Our Game
Looking out the window of a taxi,
I see people walking.
I realize.
Each person,
is living his or her life,
as I’m living mine.
They like me,
don’t know what lies ahead.
What is in store for them.
We’re all little chess pieces,
awaiting our next move.
And something bigger than us is rolling the dice.
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