It is just a game they say
\nThere is nothing to prove
\nA pawn a rook to win or lose
\nIt matters not\u2026 but its your move<\/p>\n
Life is but a chess game
\nEach move is to wield a sword
\nAnd you may lose or you may win
\nThe Dance of the Chequered Board<\/p>\n
To play or not you have no choice
\nYou must make a move each day
\nThere is no timelimit in this game
\nThe Chess Game of Life we play.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It is just a game they say There is nothing to prove A pawn a rook to win or lose It matters not\u2026 but its your move Life is but a chess game Each move is to wield a sword And you may lose or you may win The Dance …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[64,7],"tags":[68,66,65,70,69,67],"class_list":["post-29","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-inspirational-poetry","category-life","tag-chess","tag-inspirational-poems","tag-life-2","tag-moral-poem","tag-poems-on-chess","tag-quotes","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-t","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1900,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/its-your-move\/","url_meta":{"origin":29,"position":0},"title":"Its Your Move","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"16th June 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=Jj-1r-mGBFY It is just a game they say There is nothing to prove A pawn a rook to win or lose It matters not... but its your move Life is but a chess game Each move is to wield a sword And you may lose or you may win The\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Life"","block_context":{"text":"Life","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/life\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/Jj-1r-mGBFY\/0.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":1639,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/i-hope-when-old-to-waste-my-time\/","url_meta":{"origin":29,"position":1},"title":"I Hope When Old to Waste My Time","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"18th April 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=T6h5SMfKdsk From a GB Shaw quote, who was no fan off chess, unlike me, who is!","rel":"","context":"In "Cause for Pause"","block_context":{"text":"Cause for Pause","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/video-poetry\/cause-for-pause\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/img.youtube.com\/vi\/T6h5SMfKdsk\/0.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":890,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/his-ain-native-toun\/","url_meta":{"origin":29,"position":2},"title":"His Ain Native Toun","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"20th October 2011","format":false,"excerpt":"Commentary on David Harbisons poem \"Ma Ain Native Toun\" Aye, in your time you seen it Disappear, bit by bit by bit Business comes not out of the grit And efforts of labours spent Or what resources we commit To what afore us went. 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