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a child's play

i get criticized, and asked;
'do you think this is a game?'
and i must admit that yeah, i do
i look at life, and see a short little game
not one without inconveniences
and not one without temporary, scary,
bothersome moments
but one existing in vast fields of color
to wondrously and confusedly gaze upon
one to not take seriously enough to know
or to know not and smile sensitively
i look at this game of life
astounded that my accusers
don't see the chutes and ladders in it

4 Dec 13

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