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The Game
by
Dr. Dorothy McCoy
The game is
in danger.
Perhaps, more than a game?
A new game, this game or nothing…
The player's choice…
Brown eyes brimming with anguish,
I seek the cold comfort of the bench.
I sit, a melancholy figure -- exhausted
By futile play.
Bruised and disillusioned I pass the ball
To the restless player.
Courage and passion can prevail.
There is only fear and cynical wisdom … my tears
fall.
Why play if not to win?
Wisdom is threadbare when we shiver in the dark.
Mourn for
Courage,
Passion,
And the game,
Mourn for us.
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