Wednesday, 2 September 2009

In The Game

"It's the game of life," that's what they say,
but this sort of
game I don’t want to play.
The rules are simple
with knife in your hand
climb over others 'til at last you stand

on top of the pile where you can smile,
grin, cackle, laugh, but all the while,
over your shoulder
you're keeping an eye
on the rest of the world as it rushes by.

unto others before they do you
pick out the meat from the rest of the stew.
Make your own rules, be nobodys' fool
gain riches and status to make others drool

they clamber their way, knife in hand,
climb over others 'til
at last they stand,
behind you, they'll plunge
the knife in your back
and you'll fall screaming
to the base of the stack.

There is a
better way, it isn’t a game
no need to hide,
call on His name
act out for Jesus in your neighbourhood
"Come taste and see that the Lord is good!"


Lorrie said...

JayBee, I love this! I must apologize for not coming around as much recently. Life has been hectic. I've missed your wonderful words - they always make me smile :-)
Blessings to ya.

JayBee said...

Glad you like it.
call back soon

Floyd said...

Nice work, you need to pick that pen back up my friend.

Elaine said...

Jaybee, I noted that you clicked on my Wordpress blog. Thank you! I have another blog devoted mostly to poetry as I am experimenting with different forms. That address is: I'd love for you to check it out as you have made helpful comments on my poems in the past. I did enjoy reading Ways With Words. Be blessed! Elaine