Holding The Bag Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taking chances in life is a gamble, never knowing if
it will turn out alright or destroy us within.

Knowing that fate and destiny play their hands well,
dealing our cards of life, shuffling our moments
deftly and silently without our knowing.

In the turmoil of an incessant roller coaster ride,
never letting us off, just taking us mercilessly
through the years.

We never really have a say in what we want in life,
because something is always going to deal a blow to
our confidence and self-assurance.

Nothing in life is free for sure, but you'd think
if we're working towards something that we should
be able to attain it eventually.

That not always being the case, we are left holding
the bag, not having any answers in life, just living
and existing through the years.