posted on Aug, 31 2014 @ 04:29 PM
There is no time to contemplate,
What cards you have been dealt.
Each person has to live their fate,
No matter how cruel your life has felt.
Sometimes life is green manure,
Piled high upon your lawn.
Sometimes there is a whole lot more,
Crap you needn't dwell on.
In the end what really matters,
Are not the cards held in your hand.
It's the game that you must master,
That determines where you stand.
I was challenged to use green manure in a poem...challenge accepted
edit on 31-8-2014 by blend57 because: (no reason given)