THE PAWN
In life’s grand game, I’m born to play,
A humble pawn with dreams astray.
Others rise—queen, knight, bishop bold,
While I, a pawn, my fate unfold.
Their moves are sharp, their paths well-trod,
Yet mine is slow, with care I plod.
Step by step, I make my way,
Through trials that dawn with each new day.
My dream is to rise, to be much more,
A queen, a bishop, a rook in score.
But the path is lined with perilous might,
One wrong move, and hope takes flight.
Yet still I strive, with heart and mind,
To leave my fears and doubts behind.
For in resolve, I find my strength,
To rise above, to grow at length.
Though born a pawn, I’ll not remain,
I’ll move, I’ll learn, I’ll bear the strain.
And though my dream may distant seem,
I’ll chase it still, within my dream.
So let the game begin, let pieces sway,
I’ll play my part, come what may.
For though I’m just a pawn, I hold within,
The power to rise—to a queen—to win.
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