Tuesday, May 18, 2004

Ante

today i am ill
though not in a physical sense
my life is a card game
what to do?
fold this mediocre hand i've been dealt?
make my idle way through on a weak bluff?
sometimes i cannot bear to take that chance
sometimes i cannot imagine the card i may draw
in a world full of poker faces
i am the one who sneaks a grin
there can be no pair here
only half of one forever
i have aced myself out of happiness
the deck offers no help
i should hold on to my chips
but i still have more to play
i am not done yet
i am still at the table

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