Progression
In days of youth, I often played
A game that taught me to invade
The realms of friends and foes alike;
How to defend and how to strike.
My mighty pieces thundered out,
Delivered without shred of doubt.
To battlefields I did lay waste,
Conquering in my youthful haste.
In middle age, I learned to dance
Across the board of skill and chance.
My plans became more intricate,
Knew when to pounce and when to wait.
My pieces now would hop and glide,
Retreat or surge like wooden tide.
Caution was found as motif then,
A sober marshal of my men.
Years did pass and strength did fail
In body, though my mind is hale.
Sometimes I’ll sweep and others thrust;
Many styles now are held in trust.
The game remains my companion,
Through varied contests, lost or won.
Victories came to mean much less
Than simply enjoying the chess.
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Progression
In days of youth, I often played
A game that taught me to invade
The realms of friends and foes alike;
How to defend and how to strike.
My mighty pieces thundered out,
Delivered without shred of doubt.
To battlefields I did lay waste,
Conquering in my youthful haste.
In middle age, I learned to dance
Across the board of skill and chance.
My plans became more intricate,
Knew when to pounce and when to wait.
My pieces now would hop and glide,
Retreat or surge like wooden tide.
Caution was found as motif then,
A sober marshal of my men.
Years did pass and strength did fail
In body, though my mind is hale.
Sometimes I’ll sweep and others thrust;
Many styles now are held in trust.
The game remains my companion,
Through varied contests, lost or won.
Victories came to mean much less
Than simply enjoying the chess.