Prose
Empty Pockets
| You’ve been passed a deck of cards It’s now your time to deal Whether you have the winning hand The fates shall indeed eventually reveal Life isn’t a game of chance Yet we all must pay and play Life is unpredictable, full of uncertainty? So stand, throw down your hand Chips will fall where they may You never know, perhaps you’ll win More than you bargained for today. There comes a point in time No denying how you truly feel Your dream is owned by another So let lose, release, don’t conceal Even with empty pockets you win? Easier to deal with what’s lost Than to not play, giving in Forsaking a chance at your dreams Now that is the actual sin. |
