Morgan Michaels

Neither - Poem by Morgan Michaels

Neither clever nor rich
I am a simple man
and when misfortune plays its balalaika
I dance, for what else is there to do?

No, though dancing neither shortens
nor lengthens the noisome song
I, I would all days
rather dance than weep.

Truth is much like a dance.
May I have this one?
Change partners, dozy doh
(pray undo this cummerbund) .

and Life, its a bouquet
of field flowers
artfully arranged, now undone,
now drawn to different stars.

I play no chess with Death
but poker, rather, a simpler pursuit
and more dependent, way, on luck-
so far it's worked out well,

Luck a better foil, you see,
than skill, and at chess
Death is always the winner-
nobody matches his moves.

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Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 16, 2015

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