Tears streaming down her cheeks
the little girl valiantly watched
striker in hand
as little coins decided her destiny –
a loss again it was to be
and complain she could not
as the winner, her very own sweet mother.
‘Only a game this,’ she was lovingly told
yet, her eyes moistened and the world laughed.
play the same deciding game once again.
Players change yet, the result the same –
one to win while the other morose, unhappy.
Little vulnerable tears beginning to swell
in those innocent eyes thinking that the match was life
knowing not that life itself an illusion –
“Only a game this,” I was to utter
bringing full circle what I lost ages ago…..