Life or Cards
a game of cards
that changes by the second
who knows
what will happen
the careful
honest player
to the left
doesn't know
the cheater
in the corner
has no clue
on the coming hand
the oncoming
traffic can't make a difference
the hope in the poor man's eye
never changes
the cards change
for each player
never the same
sequence to repeat
the girl
in the corner
with no
chance in life
left alone
in the middle
of nowhere
with no one
been walking
for what
seems like
forever
finally
she thinks she found
where she belongs
but its only temporary
a game of cards
that changes by the second
who knows
what will happen
the careful
honest player
to the left
doesn't know
the cheater
in the corner
has no clue
on the coming hand
the oncoming
traffic can't make a difference
the hope in the poor man's eye
never changes
the cards change
for each player
never the same
sequence to repeat
the young lad
has had a life
where he feels
that he should stop
he grew up
being told
that he is nothing
nothing worth anything
a family
who doesn't care
who wants nothing
to do with him
he sits around this table
on his last glance of hope
he knows if he doesn't win
then he's to tell the world good-bye.
a game of cards
that changes by the second
who knows
what will happen
the careful
honest player
to the left
doesn't know
the cheater
in the corner
has no clue
on the coming hand
the oncoming
traffic can't make a difference
the hope in the poor man's eye
never changes
the cards change
for each player
never the same
sequence to repeat
the sequence to repeat
over and over
time after time
yet this game of cards
is like life
the girl temporarily
left in the middle
lost in love
waiting and hoping
hope this hand is the one
yet she is not happy
with the stress
of the game she plays
the lad has pushed
pasted the breaking point
waiting for the chance
to make it big
of give up and die
a game of cards
that changes by the second
who knows
what will happen
the careful
honest player
to the left
doesn't know
the cheater
in the corner
has no clue
on the coming hand
the oncoming
traffic can't make a difference
the hope in the poor man's eye
never changes
the cards change
for each player
never the same
sequence to repeat
only you can decide
to keep playing
or get up
from the table
and make your own
game choices
YOU ARE READING
Poems by Sarah
PoetryJust some poems I wrote . They are not about celebs just life. Let me know what you think.
