All this time I couldn’t see
What a fool I came to be
A worthless piece of scrap
Falling right inside your trap
What a game you played with me
What a pawn I came to be
Just a piece for sacrifice
When bigger gains gilded your eyes
Now that I am not of use
You’ll find another pawn to choose
Even he will feel the same
A little portion of your game
Pawn
Frank Solanki 
Nicely written. Makes me think of The Queen’s Gambit.
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Sad but beautifully written
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Nice one. It’s been a while I wrote a rhyme, and in rhythmic metre 😊
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Ouch, be warned?
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I’m building a Facebook page, “Found Online,” where I can link to poems I really enjoy for others to explore. This poem is one I chose to link to. Check out the page at: https://www.facebook.com/joestoutfoundonline
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A word to the wise, Frank?
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