Life Is A Tournament

If life is a tournament Then I am tired to compete I love to win, I love to defeat I see an interment I call it a defeat, a loss Life is an illusion Where we're all tossed In the air. The body in action Will either land on the rocks or in the pools We are treated like exquisite fools Like super robots. We all lose at the end We're all buried naked in the sand Regardless of our beautiful shade We're all the same under the blade Same blood, same spleen, same spit We're one. We cannot be split Life is an endless competition Life is pure vanity in action No time is wasted The land is devastated There are no losers There are no winners. Copyright © December 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.