with cards we are dealt

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