snow

 

orange balls

gloves all-round

men separated

from the boys.

does the fire burn

in your heart

or do you 

freeze under frosty 

skies?

the game is up

 

                                                                Frivolities of modern men

                                                                the game is up

                                                                time has been called

                                                                for there can be no success

                                                                when the game lives on a whim;

                                                                a game of throws

                                                                upon the dice

                                                                and even when

                                                                you roll the winner

                                                                you’re told to take

                                                                another spin.

 

soul

 

beware the talent

ensconced within those soles

for it matters not

if the soul of your mind

hasn't the heart