Scrabble

What am I living for

What should I do each day

I’m in my golden years now

What will come my way

What will come my way?  I ask

I can make things come my way

And in between I’ll sing and dance

I’ll write.  I’ll paint.  I’ll play

I do all those things except to play

Playing is not my thing

Except I like the game of Scrabble

Maybe I’ll start playing