All in the Game

 

I finally got it figured out.

After 74-years it suddenly

became crystal clear to me—

I was never meant to be rich

or poor in life, but for the most

part was relegated to somewhere

in the middle.

You know, like a buoy bobbing

in the ocean, pie in the sky above

me, denizens of the deep below.

Would have it mattered anyway

at an early age had I known?

Possibly. I may have made

adjustments, either pressing down

harder or easing up on the gas.

I may have soared or could have

gone down, you know. Suffice it

to say, it was all a game of

horseshoes and hand grenades

which count for something when

you come close.

I’ve always wanted to use that tried

and true analogy in a poem. And to

date, I am proud to report, at least

I was able to achieve that.

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Chris Hanch 4-29-2021