That game we had
you played so well
and though you won
you lost somehow
For the lucky dice
you rolled high
until the cards
were dealt
to you and I
And pieces moved
on a board you laid
You took all my pawns
and my knights away
But I saw the ace
up your sleeve
and the poker face
you showed me
Though you took me
for a fool
I still got
the best of you
My goal was never
to beat you at your game
but to win in secret
just by having you play
(September 4th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoésiePoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
