In checkers you’re
One of two
Things you move
The same whichever
One you are
In chess you’re
One of one
Thing you move
The same depending
What you are
When did we
Switch games making
Labeling me one
Thing and restricting
My movement rather
Than being free
To be me
The morning is
As peaceful as
A cemetery everyone
Is staying home
Including those under
Earth even the
Ghouls have lost
Their voices instead
Flying about silently
It’s impossible to
Be happy being
Anyone else besides
Yourself want to
Be happy be
The truth in
You
Remember my boy
That there are
Things we think
But deeper there
Are things we
Feel that makes
Us think the
Things we think
Sometimes we live
Life and love
To love and
Sometimes if we’re
Lucky we love
To live and
Sometimes luckily we
Live to love
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 