Passing the parcel

Red or blue or round or flat,
Home delivered and tailor made.
I had it, now you do.
The parcel now bears your name.

Only to change hands again before you get a hang.
Love it or don't, but its days are numbered.
Alas this parcel moves again,
Only for another to take its place.

I have received and also delivered.
This passing of the parcel.

Play with me.

Play with me, the time is short.
Today, and I hope tomorrow too,
or maybe left is just this moment and right now.
I will play hard, play it fair,
and winning or loosing will give joy much the same.

The others called me out,
and drafted me in their team.
But I refused and excused myself,
because its you I wanted to play with.
This game is just for you and me.

I have waited long looking out of the window,
for the sun to settle,
for the cool evening breeze,
for our time to come out.
So come on, lets play together now.