A Chase
I must confess that to impress, my mind when I am stressed,
With work and tailing, and tasks and outlines,
I roll on with chess, hence without protests
Without a doubt, it’s fresh every round
Imports of excess strain is gone with gratitude
Wisps of knights and pawns lesson to pieces on a board
In this idea, the finesse is there with smiles
This poem is about:
Me