August 16, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment The Game It is strange to be in England on a hot day like today My mind is turned to the snows of the Alps and I plead With you to remember that all was once colder than the forgotten tidal pools Of your eyes, Sweetheart As I tell you That I love you soonest The game is over. Bye! Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...