It doesn’t matter who wins, who loses
We can only play the game.
The hammer falls wherever it chooses
Leaves us to apportion blame
We cannot control the dawning day
Or shelter from the storm
We’re dealt the cards we have to play
From the day that we are born
Sometimes we stumble, often we fall
Sometimes we turn to hide from it all
But the sun keeps on shining or the rains just as wet
Life is as good as it’s going to get
Wish upon a shooting star, or in a wishing well
Pray to an uncaring God, seek a private hell
Cry out for all you’ve lost, for what you never had
For all that makes you happy can also make you sad
Sometimes we stumble, often we fall
Sometimes we find courage to face it all
And the sun keeps on shining or the rains just as wet
Life can get better, the futures not set
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Author:
Tallisman (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 2nd, 2022 00:28
- Comment from author about the poem: This was the second poem published here after “Grandfather clock”! Taken down for the same reasons.. I think I have two more to repost, then I’d better get my pen out! Thanks for reading!
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Comments4
True words tallisman, we must always look forward in our lives the wonder of our future is still ahead of us.
Andy
Amen!
'our choices, are yet
unmade..
and control, an illusion
we've yet
to repent!'
Yes!!!!! Grab that pen! Would love to see your new work! This touched my heart. I lost another dear friend to cancer yesterday; the line that reads “what makes us happy can make us sad” holds true at the moment. Thank you Tallisman.
Sorry for your loss, I hope you are ok…
I will be ok. In time. Thank you!
Awesome poem!!! Really enjoyed the read, it was true and so well written. Oh yeah, I thought the flow of it was excellent!!
Thanks Raven, you honour me!
Your very welcome tallisman, Love your work!!!
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