more image than a shade

winning or losing what matters is the game
our task is just to struggle till the very end
what comes tomorrow will not be the same

our expectation was a world made tame
the wildness we confronted would not bend
winning or losing what matters is the game

we looked and saw the peoples that came
what grace they had they could not lend
what comes tomorrow will not be the same

we shape our images to fit the given frame
the colours do not run together and blend
winning or losing what matters is the game

the light we have does not come from a flame
what we have got here we will not now send
what comes tomorrow will not be the same

we ask and we are told the proper name
for all that we would master or intend
winning or losing what matters is the game
what comes tomorrow will not be the same