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