Intensity of Play

It might not be this shot, this time,
Which ends the life I know as mine;
It doesn't matter now to me,
I fight it not, for now I see –

That sometime soon, or later, then,
This life of mine comes to an end ,
And I'll pass on like all the rest
No more to rise, for work get dressed.

So now I settle at my task,
To finish up what I've been asked
To do before the lights go out,
And thus fulfill what I'm about.

Three things through me He would complete
Two now are done (the parts for me),
But one remains – new focus brought
By these events, to life and thought.

A simulation game I made
(Adapted, more); with groups I've played
It's mild dynamics out before
Their blinded eyes – helped them see more –

But halfway through the playing time
I sent them back – ‘read one more time
The rules I gave each sub-group first’
They then returned – new vigour burst.

Throughout the second half of game
I'd call the minutes that remained;
I found it raised intensity,
Sped up the play, help them to see.

So now as I reach half-way point
These polyps now my life anoint
With words of time that's left in play,
And help intensify my play.

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