Game Of Life

I often think 

My life is nothing 

But a difficult match of cricket 

Where life is offering me 

Off spinners and paces

Where I daily face the run chases 

Where it's hard to score runs 

Where I have to wait patiently 

To score a single run 

While my energy gets baked out in the sun 

Where I daily defend my wicket 

Where A wrong decision 

Is a runout

An unplanned decision is a catch out 

And creativity and freedom 

Is where 

I hear the keeper's shouts 

Living free 

Is like hitting sixes 

In the protected zone 

Where fielders catch out 

My desire for happiness 

And I rush to the pavilion 

In the opera of sadness 

Hitting fours 

Only gets difficult every day 

Where life is increasing

The placement of fielders

In the boundary every day 

Hitting centuries and half centuries 

Seems like a long lost 

Dream of a few years ago 

When I was in my prime 

When my shots 

Had that perfect time 

When my performance wasn't 

Disturbed by my ego 

When dealing with 

Life's off spins 

And paces 

Was an easy thing to do 

When winning life's matches 

Was a cup of tea to do.