The 64 squares on a chessboard <br />match the tally of my years – <br />some passed in red, <br />others in black - <br />another day, another game. <br /> <br />Mostly I prefer to play <br />the knight with angled junkets <br />cutting a dashing profile <br />like the head of his noble steed <br />(though many moves, alas, <br />resemble another part of the horse) . <br /> <br />Of course it is rather grand <br />to be monarch for a day <br />calling the shots <br />from a gilded throne <br />in a rustic medieval castle <br /> <br />but a mere half turn of the wheel <br />busts me down to humble pawn - <br />moving one square at a time - <br />rendering to Caesar his due. <br /> <br />Chess may not be my game of choice <br />but there isn’t any other <br />and on the whole it’s not so bad <br />save for that infernal timer! <br /> <br /><I>January, 2008</I><br /><br />Robert Charles Howard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/en-passant-2/
