The Game

FredPeyer

We all play the game, follow the rules

Are not ourselves and behave like fools

We think we must put on a different face

Change our attitude, vary our pace

We blindly follow a divergent star

Instead of being who we really are

 

To be ourselves would be really nice

Doing things without thinking twice

Show we are truly happy or sad

Depending on the day we had

Follow our feelings deep inside

Put the masks at long last aside

 

What a glorious day this will be

No more game – simply me

  • Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 3rd, 2019 17:41
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Fay Slimm.

    And oh how second these word Fred - - you describe the futility of wearing different masks so expertly with this admirable rhyme. I love that final couplet which says it all.......... thanks for this needed reminder my friend.

  • FredPeyer

    Thanks Fay, it is funny how people behave the way they think they should behave based on position, job, social standing, etc. Probably the only one who does not behave the way he should is our president! 🙂

  • Goldfinch60

    We all put on masks in different situations but we know that when we are alone or with our loved one the real 'me' is there.

    • FredPeyer

      You are so right Goldfinch, at least at home we can be ourselves. But some get so used to the alter ego, they forget who they really are.

    • orchidee

      You playing chess there, or tiddlywinks, or what game?! heehee. Good write Fred.

      • FredPeyer

        We are all playing the game of life where there will be no losers, only winners.

      • Neville

        How true you are sir, deceptively true, and a poet too.... my word...

        All Good Things,

        Neville

        • FredPeyer

          Thanks so much Neville! About the poet though, not so sure. The jury is still out on that one.



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