The Game

If the game were to have what we wanted

All the time, with each impulse, and when

With the waits infinitesimal heartbeats

So you get what you want, with no pain

Without leaping, or jumping, or running

Without straining, or striving, or graft

Without flexing emotional muscles

Just with wishes fulfilled, fore and aft

Life would be a marshmallow confection

Soft and tender and sugary sweet

But our limbs would grow weak without effort

With no quest or tough challenge to meet

We may groan at life’s endless endeavours

At the hurdles and battles to fight

But by stretching for stars and desires

We build power, and muscle and might


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