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Game of Chess

Growing up getting told what to do.
Having all decisions made for you.
Not knowing what to do,
For yourself.
Thinking all you are is a pawn
In an endless game of chess.

Moving into the adult world,
Thinking now that you can decide
For yourself.
Finding things haven't changed.
Neither moving left or right,
Feeling like a pawn
In an endless game of chess.

Moving into old age,
Thinking people might respect
That you can decide
For yourself.
Then being told you're to old,
And finding yourself moved
Without your say like a pawn
In an endless game of chess.

This was written at work 11 August 1997.

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