Make sure you play. Make sure you never hush. Make sure you don't worry so much about where they deem you fit. Each of us must do some deeming ourselves for ourselves! Cheers

Sometimes this wish can have dire results. We all want to be a player, but, at what level? Sometimes being the outcast can be "the " place to be when it inviolves some of the "games" of life.
Well done and graphically honest.
My very best
Chris

Wise thoughts on the subject dealt. A profound composition of poetic excellence.
"I Thought I Could Play Too" inspires and teaches.

In admiration,


Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

This not only happens with children, lately I have seen adults forming clicks within groups forming the "in crowd" and the "out crowd." I find it all to be foolish and a childish way to be hurtful, especially from adults who know better. It is a matter of time before it all switches, too and the ones who were the "ins" eventually become the "outs" one at a time. One can only hope that they learn from the time that they spend on the outside looking in. Lots to think about in this fine poem.
Take care,
Sherry

Karen, this touched me so today, I've felt the very same way in my life. Climbing the corporate ladder (in schools, contests, work-place, etc.) it is not easy and when we see how some people are treated as privileged while a less fortunate is treated differently, it can make the hair standup on ends and leave a person feeling worthless and self-conscious. People can be rude and I often wonder how they can live with themselves. A great attention getter for anyone who reads this...I'm so glad you wrote it.

I think that most of us have been on both sides of that rotten old schoolyard fence and the sad thing is, its repercussive experiences often compound to colour the sorts of behaviour we often go on to exhibit as adults. It is often tough being a child, especially one that is not the loudest or most robust and popular in any given group. But thankfully the other side of the coin is that it can make resiliance buried deep flourish in other ways and at other times. Even as adults, I think we still have to be mindful to be inclusive, rather than exclusive... Have you ever noticed how peeps behave when they enter a room full of people? No-one wants to be seen to be alone or on the outside, so we all gravitate in huddles with someone we know, just to feel secure... Same thing, really. Thank you for observing and being continually aware. Love, Kate xx

You bring so many views of the struggles that life tends to place in our paths, the view through a child struggling and wishing to participate is only one yet a powerful one...participation and strength to surpass...


nice work, Karen...




Art Sun...

I hear you..this is so painfully true to so many!!

Love Tinka

This one rings painfully true for so many: you capture it well, Karen, excellent, heartbreaking write.

I wanted to play, too, but was always picked last, wasn't good enough.

Well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

...we all discover our own tools...some better put to use by others...and many by our own use. Even with all the right tools...sometimes the circle before us is closed. We must build a new circle.
John

Having the RIGHT [not necessarily best] tools makes all the difference - not one's appearance. Unfortunately, getting the right tools is fraught with prejudice, as is being in the game.

Kathy

Superb write on this topic Karen. You have nailed it to perfection!
Brava!

ET

Truer words were never spoken more poetically about the fairness of things in this System.

Your thing * Your spring & step - Your unique style of love & grace...Ted

The Game of Life truly isn't very fair, far too often it seems. But we gotta keep playin the best we can, what else can we do?

It is sad that some do get left out or even pushed aside, sadly we may be guilty of it at times and not even realize we are doing it. When we tell a child they can't do somthing because we prejudge their abilities by the way they look or their physical makeup rather than letting them and encoraging them to go for the gold every day.

Fee

We all have different strengths and you Sweet Friend have many. Love the poem.