The world is a personl playground
         calling to the wanderer
Taste the fruit that invites --- 
         makes promises---some to keep.
The game that"s played
        over there and down the way
Glitters like gold dust a far    
        reflected in the rays of sunlight
Sending signals --- what's to come.
       The players smile an inviting one
That's only on the lips
       The eyes send a different one
Disguised by the dimpled cheeks.
       The world is a personal playground
Attracting players daily
       Confused by the posted rewards
That's cold and out of favor.

©2012