Life, A game of chess…

I never chose to play,
But you did.
Yours was the white pieces,
And mine was the black.
Your choice was made,
And I just played
The unwanted game.

Now Seeing my pawn getting promoted,
You want to stop.
But it is not me anymore playing,
Face the grand master.
He was the gamer
And we were the pieces,
And this is how,
The Grand Master plays.

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