The Game Poem by Kristeta von Popper

The Game



I played with you today
A hand held out
Or dealt?

Carefully laid out
I challenged you
Knowing
Believing
Daring

But you in your
Stubborn blindness
Will not see
Nor believe

That greatness
Is in the smallest
Of things

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