The Game

 
you have played the game so well
that I knew you have played it before
you went for broke
you won my soul
my will has been yours to keep
I gave you all I could
yet you asked me for more
you drained me of my early years and my youth
you cut the age of time upon my face and soul
one day you said "no more"
and turned and walked away
the tenderness had gone
because you had won the game so well
~
art by Nancy L. Young-Houser and poem by Sandra S. Marquiss 

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