Losing in Life

Staring eye to eye while he thinks five moves ahead
Losing is never an option.
As he sweats, it drips on the board like fresh dew
off blades of grass.
He reaches his hand to the piece without looking,
as if he were blindfolded.
Feeling the cold polished wood, he rethinks his move.
As he considers another way,
he undoes the top button of his crisply iron shirt.
AS he picks up the piece he begins to worry
To him this is bigger than a game,
Bigger than him.
This is life.
Wondering over and over again if he's made the right decision.
Losing can't be an option,
Losing isn't an option,
Losing won't be an option.