Can you still play in a young man’s game,
when you know that they are finite,
when you know they no longer stretch
in a golden chain of chance
beyond your vision ?
Can you still play in a young man’s game
when desire is no longer the only
force moving you on,
when you know now that it was
always only the edge
of the steel ?
Can you still play in a young man’s game
when the sweat on your skin
tastes of late nights lost
in the darkness of
filling memory.
Can you still play in a young man’s game
when you no longer believe
in winning,
but you know what losing means.
