Life goes on like a game of sixty four squares
With belligerent queens and docile kings
Crafty knights and impotent bishops
Till the clock runs out and the bell doth rings
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Other than the fact that you may castle only once. The poem is wonderful.
Yes, life is a game of chess Besides how well we make our moves It demands so much of concentration And mammoth levels of patience.....! ...... Great write! !