Dealt Stories

With cards we are dealt By james a. galgano Who am I to never wander if my foolish eyes never see Where are my thoughts to ever wonder without a thought or prayer? So, if these thoughts are but quandary who am I if never there. Thus, if these words are but misgiven like some broken promises adieu Such is life all words and thoughts un-forgiven like some homeless on avenue. What If I never got to Woodstock with curls lost within my hair unfurled Would you have known I was forgotten or maybe sex changed as if a girl? So, what are these questions I have misspoken as if upon an endless drift? Supposed I have mistaken all analogies I taken for something more shrift This is the life I am forever mishandled dealt like cards upon we're played. Such is the life we are provided upon every card table where thus dismayed. If I had gotten to this destination, would I ever knew this might have been While I looked back in anger would I have ever known I was at long last chagrin

With the cards dealt By james a. galgano No begging borrowed steel. Emotions cling to slippery eel Where everything dreamt unsealed Upon full display perchance reveal What time and space still conceal From inquisitive minds captive to feel In deference to all conscience kneels No mere genuflection within worn heels Just mixture of bloodlines congealed. Thwarting insurmountable power some wield Within ivory towers all entries sealed Preventing ability to discern fantasy from real. While captive in endless spin of inescapable spiel Convincing what one be concerned with or un-feel. No longer borrowing or begging time for steel That was never in life's bargain basement deal.

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