“I know your face-I’ve seen you about”
He said over sterling silver frames.
“A lot of folk think you’re lost your clout,
Wasting time on frivilous games.”
In a way what he said had a ring of truth
And it cut me to the core
But what he’d missed, this amateur sleuth,
Was I couldn’t play any more.
The rules had changed, the goals had moved
And the sides were often uneven
And lo in time, the point was proved
As more and more were leaving.
He said “You showed some early promise,
And you had so much to gain
And yet your only remaining premise
Provokes a faint air of distain.”
As I looked around the room I was in
I saw no windows in the wall
I wished that I could leave my skin
And go cower in the hall
Where people wander here and there
Without a backward glance
And have no time to feel or care
For victims of circumstance
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