Playing Cards

Playing Cards   It begins with a tear
It takes off with a fear
As life deals me an unfair hand.
When I think everything is right,
The sun is shining and the moon is bright,
The tears that land are a battle to with stand.
I play the cards as if I know,
That I will win,
But in the end, I don't stand a chance.
Understanding and knowledge is the key
But what do you do when you cannot see?
Where do you go?
When the hand is so low,
Do you try to redeal?
Or is it best to keep your hands sealed.
Don't show a soul,
Maybe things will look-up,
Put your hand down,
And wait for that moment to pick it back up. Stephanie Lynn Delaney

LadyDove LadyDove
31-35
Feb 25, 2009