Playing Games

Poetry by the author

I never mention or whispered my name

When you searched for somebody, to play your game

I never asked you to be a hero,

Not even for a day

You put me on stage to play my part

You gave me the pack, right from the start

I hope you know what you're doing,

Don't tear me apart

You gave me some good times, thanks a lot

And showed me their meaning,that I forgot

I wonder if my balance,

Will lean over the right way

Sometimes I wonder and I don't understand

The meaning of your playing or your command

I have faith and trust,

In the outcome of your play

At the end of a lifetime, the light is dimmed

You collect your harvest, the rest is skimmed

It's my deepest wish, may my sheaf

Please you, day by day.

No copyright on this poem, used ad lib.