Cards (poem)

Cards


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

Thanks,
blend57

a reply to: blend57

Sometimes life is like a box of choc..... nevermind. Green manure.

I really enjoy this piece. Great work blend, food for thought.

a reply to: blend57
Nice poam
does fit

Know when to holdem, know when to foldem, know when to walk away and know when to run!

a reply to: blend57
Hey that's great
Hope you're doing swell