Poem for You
Selected from the National Poetry Day competition Post a Poem.
To see the poems previously published on the theme
of Games click here
Games
By Christopher Georgiou
Not all our Games
are referee'd for fairness.
Not everyone obeys the rules.
We take our chances.This man had played the Game
from early days at school
and played it well;
excelled at field and track
and academically.Through all of his career
he exercised instinctive gifts
of confidence and timing.
He played to win
and always won.In years to come opponents said
that he was ruthless or that
his successes were little more
than Gambler's LuckBut he was loved by women
and admired by friends,
and envied by his enemies.
Still he played and still
he won the accolades
that come with winning.Until at length, it seemed,
whichever Deity commands the Games
grew tired of him,
withdrew the patronage,
deprived him of his strengths.Now finally, and frail in health and frame,
he listens as a younger man –
his surgeon – tells him gently
that his Games are done.As confident and clear eyed
as his patient was when young
this surgeon is a man whose Game
has still some time to run.
