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Cards

Cards

“We’re all paying the same game!  We’re just simply dealt a different hand.”

I sometimes envy that of others,
Splurge of wealth and honeymoon lovers.
Careless, risqué, forward gestures,
Drink and swoon and saloon of jesters.

Grandeur abode and appointed titles,
Families thrive and healthy vitals.
Deep sea dives and exploration,
Healing scars and restoration.

Theatrical muse and fame delights,
Pilots glide to spherical heights.
Remembered ink, flourishing writers,
Courageous men and martial fighters.

I sit and look and ponder all,
I dwell in shadow, and give my all,
To faltering thoughts, incessant nimiety,
Profuse in pursue to flow with society.

I hold my cards close to my chest,
Often peering over the things, I possess,
I may not be famous or buried in gold,
Yet I’m rich with my daughters and wife till I’m old.

                                                 

 

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Simon Bromley

Thank you Mitsali you make me smile with your incessant support thank you.

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Syd

Excellent write Simon. I love the last verse.

I hold my cards close to my chest,
Often peering over the things, I possess,
I may not be famous or buried in gold,
Yet I’m rich with my daughters and wife till I’m old.

Reminds me of a song by Sixto Rodriguez "the rich folks create the rich hoax"

- Syd 

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Cherie Sumner-Taylor

I LOVE the message Simon!  Each of us has our own life to live and should not compare....We have gifts that only we can claim..and if we look around at others, we are missing our own individual path....I know as I get older, I am becoming more and more aware of what gifts are in my own life....and less concerned with the world's portrayed values....Awesome write!  ;) xo 

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