The Cards Dealt Poem by Phil Soar
The Cards Dealt
He dealt the cards like some form of magician
The aces were not handed out to me
Just lots of nondescript and aimless numbers
That fell in line with my own family tree
I wouldn't bet with those cards that were dealt me
I'd lose my prize possessions in a flash
But then again I've lost in life's menagerie
And you can't win, if you don't have a bash
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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