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Two old men
Were playing chess
Taking their time
Which is all either had
Time and stories
Much more of one than
The other
One was always smiling
The other
Only when he won at chess
Which he never had with his wife
So he smiled missing her fondly
How she'd laugh at how
Silly the bishop looked beside the rook
Calling it a Castle
Because 'Rook' was to her ridiculous
Though she used them well
And in that moment of victory
He could remember all his losses
How glad he had been
And his brief smile was pure
And true
So he played, often
Against a man who smiled through senility
Could remember his wedding day
Not how to play chess.