The game of life
deals many hands,
to each a choice is given.
My hand was good
my cards were high.
But when I'm gone
plant roses on that place
whereon a stone will say,
'He played the Joker
where once he held the Ace'.
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Are we in a pensive frame of mind this morning Cro?
ReplyDeleteI think I've got it out of my system now!
ReplyDeletethats good.....
ReplyDeleteyou had me worried for a moment there
Molly's flosifee - it's not what life deals you but the way you deal with your life that really matters. Cro have a good day today - you matter x
ReplyDeleteJust deal again Cro.
ReplyDeleteI'm crap at cards...
Where have you been hiding your poetic side?
ReplyDeleteMy Irish heart relates.
ReplyDeleteSorry Cro, I don't play cards. I write very little poetry and yet still I keep coming back to your blog. I blame that little cap of yours
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