Games

I’m afraid of losing at games
Not knowing critical dates or the names
Of monarchs and others deserving acclaim
I’m afraid of losing at games

I’m afraid of going bald
The clear-cut jokes and the names I’d be called
The men so smug, the ladies appalled
I’m afraid of going bald

The missing link, the hidden clue
Everything I say is true
I don’t lie except to you
You, of course, and maybe a few
other listeners determined to prove
that they knew what I knew

I’m afraid of getting sick
Unmerciful time and its tick, tick, tick
The room so cold, the atmosphere thick
I’m afraid of getting sick

I’m afraid of losing you
The dead letter days and nights to get through
Suffer, surrender, and start over new
I’m afraid of losing you